TIDBITS

the past (series)

I pause when I mention him, teardrops flood my eyes

Christine stands and places her arm on my shoulder

And hands me a hanky

I acknowledge her affinity

When I collect myself, I sense a necessity to reveal

The affairs of my soldier

After all, we are engaged to be married

If only…...

 

His name is Henry Johnson

Born in Brooklyn , NY of a middle-class family

With three children, he the youngest and the only one

Who completed university, yet insisted on joining the army

As World War 1 loomed in the  foreseeable future

His father was a ladies’ shoes salesman

Mother was a secretary at a  factory

They lived in a modest clapboard house

 

 

We met at party of a mutual friends in Brooklyn

Both of us were single and carefree

It was not quite love at first sight

Though I became infatuated with his iridescent blue eyes

He became smitten with my long auburn hair

My rather alluring figure, remarkably my long

Well-endowed legs

In the course of time, after quite a few meetings

We became intimate, the beginning of a true courtship

Our sensuality blossomed into a full-grown red rose

We became engaged and entwined until Henry

Was obliged to wend one’s way into World War 1

Thence forward you know what happens

 

Christine smiles at me and I get the impression that

She is willing to support me

She refills our tea cups as we begin to consider some options

She queries about reasons to return to America

I pause; my brain confused  as per usual

ponder, head down attempting to mull over

what would draw me back to America

before long, I consider there is virtually no family

except my brother and he has the means to visit me in London

my soldier is here, close by, therefore  perhaps I can visit him, depending….

As I am speaking, Christine keeps nodding her head

I have the impression that she prefers I remain in London

She will be very considerate

My baby just moved, I surmise he knows me well

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

Thank you for Reading!

Reviews

[redd Brick Keshner]

This is such a triumph of a poem both of content and style. A true privilege to have shared in its journey 🕊🙏🏻

[Sami Khalil]

Wow!
You are amazing.
You write with so much realism and pizzas.
I enjoy the details.

[Betty Hermelee]

Thanks Sami, really appreciate your review
Warmly
B🌷🌷🌷🌷

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome warmly.

[MCS]

A vivid read, you have a gift at drawing the reader in; I didn’t want this piece to end there was a need to know more. Love the accompanying photo. I grew up in an old Victorian like that. The third floor was my little studio. Now I’m feeling homesick.

[Betty Hermelee]

thank you so much for your great review; i’ll put you on my list for the next episode…… this is a sequel to the published one “ At Bridge’s End” which you should buy on Amazon… it’s really good and read Jacob’s review!🌷🌷🌷
Warmly, B

[Beren]

oh yes I love these stories! I love this font and the photo too. The story really happened in front of my eyes again and I read it like I was watching a movie. I feel so alive while reading these. I love how you describe the characters with such joy that it's as if the readers know them. excellent storytelling combined with excellent stories, again!!!

[Betty Hermelee]

dear Beren,
i love your review, an am so happy you are enjoying the story….. i’ll put you on my list for all the episodes !
warmly
B🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷

[Beren]

Please send me all!!

[Betty Hermelee]

I will, I promise! This is the second book ; the first is published and you can buy it on Amazon “At Bridge’s End”🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷