I came accross one of many journals I have kept over the years. There were entries from when Brian was deployed with Desert Storm. I had to fly from England to St. Petersburg, FL with the 3 older kiddos who were 11, 8, & 6 at the time. It was a 16 hour series of flights. All I could think of despite all the traveling & chaos was "Brian will be at the other end." That was Oct. 25, 1992. Here are a couple short poems I wrote for him while we were on our way..
On wings of air I am carried to you,
floating amoung clouds so blue.
My pulse quickens, my heart's a flutter,
the words rush out, all in a stutter.
How to express something so deep,
to give you my heart & soul to keep.
You are my life, my precious lover,
come to me now, I want no other.
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The ache..
so deep
so pure
It's physical
The need..
so great
so pure
It's physical
The love..
so strong
so pure
It's yours..
mjs 10/25/1992
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