Some days are Sunny, others are a B*tch

Blog entry for October 30, 2021

“We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospect.”― Anais Nin

Is there anything sweeter than to relive the high-points of your life in a poem or story? I know that I have used the births of my children, my experiences with love, fun and sexual healing in my writing. It is almost as delightful as the real moments. The wonderful truth about memory is that you tend to remake your story into something even better and that is okay. After all, it is your story so you are the narrator.

A Sweet Symphony

That song, do we dare
take a dangerous chance
slip our skins, roll back years
hold each other so close again?

No words needed
our bodies speak.
Heat beneath his hands
we always fit together
in sweet familiar lands.

His scent for two decades
sends chills up my spine,
Chivas, Omegas , Calvin Klein.
Nights born of passion
his brown eyes seek mine.

Twirling on the dance floor,
possessive hands pull me close.
Crazy work hours,
ambitions, egos, excuses.
No love notes, candy, or flowers.

I melt like honey sliding down a jar.
Lips whisper as before;
"Do you remember, Punkin?"
He reminds me of fire bursts
as gentle hands stroke me first.

I will always have memories:
satin nights, secrets in sheets.
Family times no one can replace.
Over years, we both agreed
we needed to break free.

Looking back, it was meant to be.
Not merely a three minute melody.
A fully formed, carefully imagined
exquisite symphony.

By Kathie Stehr


Dedicated to my first husband who died in 2001.