Today, my late husband Bill and I would have been married sixteen years. In his loving memory, I’d like to share a poem we wrote together. This appears in my memoir, My Ideal Partner: How I Met, Married, and Cared for the Man I Loved Despite Debilitating Odds.
When he proposed to me, I was confused. I’d never been loved by a man before. So, I asked, in a poem, what it was like to be loved by a man who wasn’t your father or brother. Although Bill didn’t like poetry or claim to be a poet, he did his best to answer my question. You can click the poem’s title to hear me read it.
Rest in peace, my hunky poo. I’ll always love you.
by Abbie Johnson Taylor
Being warmed from within by another,
having someone with whom to share dreams,
a soothing voice that comforts you,
gentle hands that smooth life’s hardships,
strong arms that hold you close,
lips that bring you pleasure.
Love is a heart that’s yours forever.
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New! The Red Dress
Copyright July 2019 by DLD Books
When Eve went to her high school senior prom, she wore a red dress that her mother had made for her. That night, after dancing with the boy of her dreams, she caught him in the act with her best friend. Months later, Eve, a freshman in college, is bullied into giving the dress to her roommate. After her mother finds out, their relationship is never the same again.
Twenty-five years later, Eve, a bestselling author, is happily married with three children. Although her mother suffers from dementia, she still remembers, and Eve still harbors the guilt for giving the dress away. When she receives a Facebook friend request from her old college roommate and an invitation to her twenty-five-year high school class reunion, then meets her former best friend by chance, she must confront the past in order to face the future.