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Tuesday, July 9, 2013

Memories, from the corners of my mind

A Poem to celebrate an anniversary. On July 4th, 1963, I met the man I would marry.

The Walker Beach House

The house leans slightly toward the sea,
weathered silver by wind, rain and molten
streams of sunlight. The front porch stretching
north to south is furnished with a creaking
glider and two chairs that huddle and sag
like an old couple waiting for their sunset.

On the clothesline, two red towels flap
in a giddy summer folk dance. Precious
sea oats nod atop the tallest dunes.
I make my way along the narrow path between them
to the Atlantic lapping in eternal rhythm.
My artist mind brushes clouds on the horizon,
blending sky with the water's line.

I find you there sprawled on a blanket
smelling of coconut, defying the Big C
as you bake brown. My sandy foot nudges
yours and rasps you awake. We trudge
the path and shower by the porch.
After lunch we sleep together in Walker's bed. 

---Glenda Council Beall, from Now Might as Well Be Then, published by Finishing Line Press


  1. Wow, Glenda, very powerful and what a beautiful love story it portrays. Hugs, Kib

  2. Such a beautiful poem! I feel like I am there again in a world more safe and innocent, where all is well.

  3. I love this poem, Glenda. July is a month for remembering, isn't it? Be sure to remember all the wonderful times as you reflect on the sad.

  4. One of my favorites!!! You bring each scene to life-I swear I could feel your sandy foot too LOL : )

  5. This is lovely...may your joyous and loving memories bring you comfort.

  6. Wow, Glenda, that is great - a powerful love story that paints a panorama of beautiful scenes.
    Hugs, Kib

  7. Your poetry always manages to touch my heart. This one is one of my favorites from your wonderful book.
    Thank you for the melodious trip.
    Nancy Purcell

  8. Thank you, my dear readers. I'm glad you liked the poem. Lee, I know you remember that house and the wonderful times we all had when you were small.
    Carefree, safe and innocent - yes, those were the days. Wish we could go back if only for a day.

  9. Glenda, what a lovely portrait and memory. Thanks for sharing this.


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