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Whatever Happened |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada 
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Whatever happened to the weekends at home the loveseat the movies, together alone. Whatever happened to the home cooked dish the corkscrew, the bubbles and the secret wish. Whatever happened to the kiss at first sight the moon and the stars, the walks at night. Whatever happened to the future we sought the workweek, the newsbeat, and the radio clock. Remember girl when we were sweethearts we stopped at nothing we gave up our hearts. Whatever happened to the romance that soared and the long nights together, lusty and torrid. Whatever happened to the you lean on me the phone call, the notebook, the boy scout degree. Whatever happened to the quick second look the lover, the friend, the comfort we took. Whatever happened to the home with the porch the sunsets, the fireside, the cosy love port. Remember girl when we were sweethearts we stopped at nothing we gave up our hearts. Whatever happened to the trips down the pike the cafes, the bright rooms, the dancing at night. Whatever happened to the long evening gown the quiche, the entree, and the lights turned down. Whatever happened to the blue jeans and shorts the garden, the flowers, the summer resort. Whatever happened to the you and the me the time, the virtue, the love we both need. Whatever happened? |
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Ardonida Member
since 2000-05-18
Posts 76 |
OY!!!!!! You know, I read this to my hubby, and you know what he said to me...jokingly of course... "Darling, we grew up and packed it all away for our daughter". GMF!! LOL, well, this poem jogged memories like you would not bleive. Our darling is now turning three, and I suppose with her came the "Whatever happend" and "Remember when" 's. OY!! *sigh* thank you for this one, you put my thoughts of the past three years in this poem!!! A. |
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MMoonchild Senior Member
since 2000-07-13
Posts 1715PA |
E. it's amazing how different we all are and yet how similar at times... I loved it and appreciated your poem greatly..here is one I am sure you missed from when I was first posting on line last year... Do you remember when ... each morning you would awake to my arms around you, me nibbling at the tip of an earlobe my lips sweetly kissing ... first your eyelids then the tip of your nose ... barely brushing my lips ... against your lips, just to see your eyelids flutter and then open ... to see me ~~~smiling softly down at you ... Do you remember? Do you remember how we first met ... you a lifeguard ... me needing to be saved ... Oh, not from drowning ... but from an emptiness inside ... and you being the one to fill that cavern with warmth and light and hope and love ... Do you remember? Do you remember the little things ... that I so much enjoy ... holding hands, a walk in the moonlight my head resting on your lap ... you stroking my hair, your hands holding my face, as you lean close to capture my *dimpled* smile and then steal a kiss ... Do you remember? Do you remember our dreams ... of marriage of home and family and of building a life together that would last ... forever ... Do you remember? Do you remember some of those awful, yet funny events ... like coming home from our honeymoon and discovering that dead bird in the closet ... and me becoming hysterical ... or the time we left the island, got stuck on the Bay Bridge for hours and you and Dave told jokes had me laughing so hard that I was dying for a place to relieve myself ... Do you remember? Do you remember our first date ... me not feeling I could handle myself alone with you so we doubled with Dave ... went to S & H for dinner and after parking behind my home ... the passionate kisses the heat building ... the foggy windows ... and then that "tap, tap, tapping" on the window the flashlight in our eyes and a deep voice wanting to know if everything was alright ... me ... panicking at the uniformed cop you laughing hard ... Do you remember? Do you remember how much you turn me on in a suit ... how I can't keep my hands off of you then and at dances, how much I love to slow dance with you up close and personal breathing in your breaths ... inhaling your scent my arms around your neck ... your arms around my waist and hips ... squeezing ever so slightly ... here ... there you know ... the way you always do no room for anything to pass between our bodies ... me feeling every part of you as our bodies become intensely aware of each other ... Do you remember? Do you remember what brings me pleasure ... your strong hands massaging my body first my neck and then my shoulders ... easing the tensions out of them my body responding, relaxing, melting into you you giving me a lower back massage ... you teasing and sliding your gentle hands further than I wanted me *giggling* yet, not stopping you ... Do you remember? Do you remember those nights that turned into morning and then into afternoon and we still had not left the bedroom ... the phone would ring and some friend would ask what are you two doing, today ... would you like to have some fun ... you and me, looking at each other ... our eyes laughing and you answering ... sorry, no time for fun have some business to attend to ... Do you remember? Do you remember all of these things ... that have made you and I ... US you and I ... WE you and I ... ONE Do you remember??? I do ... and I love those memories ... M 2/26/99 |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
Thank you Adronida I'm glad I sparked some memories. Maureen that is delightful and yes, I did miss it but I am so glad you posted it here it is full of wonderful reflections. Thank you so much and it is a pleasure to be able to read your writings again. Take care............ethome |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
ETHome~ I loved the wistful longing in this poem from your heart. I can see why one would miss those treasured moments. *HUGS* ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ [email protected] |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
Thanks Marge. Wistful longing is the right way to describe it. |
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Paula Finn Member Ascendant
since 2000-06-17
Posts 5546missouri |
Oh ethome...looking back on the might have beens and the should have beens and the ways things used to be...thats why love is such a challenge... to never ever forget what made you love to beging with. never say never |
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