Gray hair against white pillow,
lips caress my cheek,
his good arm encircles my shoulder.
Odor of peanut butter
scent of his shampoo comfort me.
Seventy years old today, he says he loves me,
kiss soft against my cheek,
as we hold each other,
for who knows how long.
Today would have been my husband Bill’s 73rd birthday. We would have been married 10 years. Happy birthday, honey, wherever you are.