Contributor Series 9: If Men Had Ears
At Last
By Jeanette Cheezum
He came along at a time when I thought
all was forsaken.
Music surrounded the dance hall …At Last.
Not Etta James, although she was the first.
He stuttered when he asked me to dance.
In his arms Celine Dion rang clear …someone to call my own.
We glided gently across the floor … he spoke clearer now he had found the courage … life is like a song.
He asked me out the following night … my lonely days are over.
Love came pure and quickly, no more tears …
at last the skies are blue.
Music attracted us, life attached us, and children filled
our home … at last someone to call our own. Our lonely days are over.
Jeanette Cheezum’s most recent poem to appear here was Muscular Dystrophy (June 2011).
Ain’t love great,Jeanette?
Life can surprise us.
Jeanette…I love this poem. You made it come alive and I think I was on that same dance floor somewhere! Great.
Yes, Diana it makes the world go round.
Thanks for reading my poem.
Sometimes those surprises are wonderful.
Thanks for taking the time to read my poem.
Thanks! Then I have accomplished my dream.
Great song, great poem. I love how you tied them together.
Thanks Bobbie, for all your support.