I recall her smile the first time I saw her
Radiant and warm with a hint of
Laughter at the edges
I recall her eyes
Deep and blue; eyes you didn’t lie to
Because they could see right through you.
I recall many things about her
As I sit on my front porch swing
Gazing up at the nighttime sky .
Thinking. Just thinking.
Bringing the past to the present
As I so often do.
I recall the sway of her hips.
A woman’s hips
Hands, my hands enveloping her from behind in
A loving embrace.
I recall her smell ; fresh and sweet like vanilla ice cream
topped with raspberry syrup.
My mind likes to wander to thoughts of her
The wonder of her.
My wife, and my life.
I recall it all.
by Philip Wardlow 2012