| How can I describe in the limited language of the tongue what feelings the thought of you begins? I think, I feel, I breathe your name, Paula, and deep within me I hear beautiful bubbling laughter like water playing over stones in a brook. I feel the breath leave me as remembered childish, sun-tanned arms encircle my waist. I sense the wetness of a popsicle-stained kiss upon my cheek. And in my mind and being, like a far - far away twinkling star, there is such a quiet, contented serenity, there are no words to describe it, except love, except Paula. *Taken from my book of poetry Bittersweet Autumn |
| To Paula © Betty Sue Eaton |
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