High Society
(A conversation between an elderly man in a nursing home, and his caring nurse)
I can still see her now
You know
Especially at night
Everywhere I look or go
Eyes twinkling with a touch of salacious wild mischief
Dressed in white
In this, my favourite picture
Look at her
Look at her with her bright brown eyes devouring each detail of my face
Look how her hand held my hand so gently like one of Love's legendary
Heart Thieves
Oh, she had such style
You should have seen us dance and laugh like Bing Crosby and Grace Kelly in High Society
But now as my heart grieves
What still lifts me to newer heights of acceptance is the thought
That through these old pictures of us behaving with such impropriety
I'll always have something magical that will always connect us
Whenever I remember
My one and only love, who was once so
Beautifully infectious
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
Foundation.
Do photographs hold a more significant connection, when reviewed, when really required?
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