Remember How Much I Love Her

Yes, I have loved her dearly, and I have loved since knowing her eight days. I knew I wanted to marry from knowing her for two weeks, and she was so very beautiful as a young woman of 24, and I was so pompous at age 27. She admired me because I was a graduate student, and not half bad looking, and soon she fell in love with me. I lived on the fifth floor and she lived on the third floor and I think there were 10 floors at the Mayflower apartments. Each apartment shared the neighboring apartment’s kitchen, and maybe the bath; I’m not sure. Ah, it’s 36 years, two months, and two days since marrying, and she’s sometimes, threatens me with leaving when my temper gets the best of me, or I become pompous and controlling. This would break my already damaged heart. She soon very easily became a graduate student, not so with me. Like her, my GRE exam had been high though not as high as hers. My GPA was low, hers was 4.0, and truly she was brilliant, still is though she’s never known it Lately, she knows she is pretty damn smart because she’s joined a book club and hears other women’s comments. She wasn’t a talker with classes, nor with most people, but shyly she opened up to me. Because she was shy, she was demure and graceful. She large below the wast, but almost delicate in her face. She still is. I do not want to go on because I will cry. She’s sitting right across from me hunched over her iPhone playing with a word game, and I know she is larger because she bore our child. Our child is brilliant like her mother, but she can talk and is also 4.0 better in her MFA a degree I also have in creative writing, but our daughters MFA is in Asian translation. Asian translation, specifically, Japanese, is so much more difficult than mine, and Marjorie’s MA is so much more difficult than my MA in English writing. So when is comparing so good? Laurel is working on a Ph. D. We both envy Laurel, and we both love her. I am somewhat envious of Marjorie. I Believe Laurel loves Marjorie more than me, but for this, Marjorie says I am completely wrong though Marjorie has her ear. I think Laurel somewhat resents her childhood because of my temper which has gotten much better. I’m working on everything.


Published by elgwynone

I was a University and community college instructor before retiring. I also worked in fast food restaurants, and retail stores. I am an ordinary man writing for because I want to write and because my education prepared me to write; BA English lit, MA English, EdS higher education, and MFA creative writing, free verse poetry and essays. Blogs are an answer to high-priced self-publishing. Walt Whitman had to self-publish his first 1000 copies of the 1855 edition of Leaves of Grass because in 1855 poetry did not sell. Most poets make a living in other ways than writing. Wallace Stevens was an insurance executive, and TS Eliot was a banker. Many writers teach, and always there have been writers who have written because they needed to express their thoughts and feelings. They wrote not necessarily to make money but to express "the old universal truths of the human heart" according to Faulkner. Here I reach a wider audience I missed than by self-publishing, and I stand a better chance to reach a wider audience for less expense than self-publishing. I self-published my first books, Winter from Spring, and Meditations on Gratitude; poetry and photo books which were easier to self-publish than to seek a not to seek a publisher company. This blog allows me to write for an interested audience because I write poetry and personal essays. I write for a friendly audience and present to you a slice of my writing. Perhaps you will enjoy what you read.

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