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Irish Rose Member Patricius
since 2000-04-06
Posts 10263 |
"Here, sweetheart, let's sit over here near the edge of the ferry and watch the white caps splashing toward us!" Jack took his new bride and they held each other close. The air was crisp and bright, with a scent of honey tossed on wind, and the seaair filled their beings. "Jack, you'll catch cold, please we can go inside until the crossing is over" Marilyn said with concern. The ferry sounded it's horn and the other passengers gathered close to the doors for exiting. People were shoving a bit, and luggage was carried, sighs and children crying. Some were simply tired, yet there stood Jack and Marilyn on their own voyage of discovery. Married only 2 weeks, here they were on their honeymoon. The world lay before them. A world of newness, where together they seemed totally wrapped up in each other's care and devotion. Holding hands meant something special for Jack and Marilyn. For you see, theirs were weathered and wrinkled with age. Their faces held not the afterglow of most honeymoon couples, but many lines and eyes that weren't not quite as bright as some. Their posture bent, arms slow, and hearing a bit strained. "Marilyn, I don't know what I would have done without you with she died" "Nor I." she replied. They had been friends for 30 years and recently widowed and now, at age 76 they were facing the rest of their lives together knowing probably more about each other than most do when wed. The compassion and companionship and caring were evident between them. Once the ferry stopped, Jack reached over and kissed her on the forehead and said "well, my dear, here we are." He guarded her to the stairs and they slowly proceeded down and walked out onto the harbor near the ships hand in hand. It's never too late for an adventure and no one has to be alone. When a friend turns into the anchor in your harbor, you have reached the port of love. Jack and Marilyn......< !signature--> Kathleen indy31_99@yahoo.com [This message has been edited by Irish Rose (edited 05-28-2000).] |
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Romy Senior Member
since 2000-05-28
Posts 1170Plantation, Florida |
Lovely story, the last line really brought it all together! |
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LoveBug
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Member Elite
since 2000-01-08
Posts 4697 |
This is a beautiful reminder that love doesn't end at age 30. I especally love the last line. Great writing. "We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars." -Oscar Wilde |
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Dawn Eclipse Senior Member
since 2000-01-31
Posts 637The Horsehead Nebula |
That was a most heart felt story! I've seen this type of thing happen before. It happened to my grandma, so it was a pleasent reminder.  Nice writing!"Even a fool knows you can't touch the stars, but it doesn't stop a wise man from trying." Harry Anderson, "Night Court" *Cassandra Roseen* |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
The compassion and companionship and caring were evident between them. Once the ferry stopped, Jack reached over and kissed her on the forehead and said "well, my dear, here we are." He guarded her to the stairs and they slowly proceeded down and walked out onto the harbor near the ships hand in hand. It's never too late for an adventure and no one has to be alone. When a friend turns into the anchor in your harbor, you have reached the port of love. ----------- wonderful sweet story... wonderful wisdom in those last lines... I love your writing style... wanted this to be MUCH longer...  take care, jm There are places inside our souls ... that have never been touched. There are places inside our hearts ... that need to be loved this much. ~Janet Marie~ "What the caterpillar calls the end ... The world calls a butterfly" ~Lao Tze Tao~ ~Butterflies are meant to be free~ |
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Sudhir Iyer Member Ascendant
since 2000-04-26
Posts 6943Mumbai, India : now in Belgium |
It's never too late for an adventure and no one has to be alone. When a friend turns into the anchor in your harbor, you have reached the port of love. A touching episode unfolded here, Kathleen. I enjoyed reading. I suppose you enjoyed writing this as well... regards, sudhir Hey you, out there in the cold, Getting lonely, getting old, can you feel me? Hey you, standing in the aisle, With itchy feet and fading smile, can you feel me? Hey you, don't help them to bury the light. Don't give in without a fight. Hey you, out there on your own, Sitting naked by the phone, would you touch me? Hey you, with your ear against the wall, Waiting for someone to call out, would you touch me? Hey you, would you help me to carry the stone? Open your heart, I'm coming home.... by Roger Waters (Pink Floyd) - The Wall |
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