You & Me
Every Saturday afternoon
my childish heart
believed in happy endings,
trusted John Wayne, Gregory Peck,
even that rake Gable
as he always came 'round in the end.
Remember the morning
I woke beside you,
marveled how you embodied them all,
and since I couldn't afford cable
my eyes feasted upon you.
Still do.
Your dark hair has silvered,
and you snore now, well,
you "puff" little breaths,
but I can overlook that.
We can afford cable these days
yet still I pause,
allow my gaze to linger
as Saturday morning's light
rests upon my leading man.
by Margaret Bednar, March 21, 2018
This is linked with "Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Music with Marian - You & Me"
I grew up and went to school in the 1970's and 80's. I remember a time when we only had three TV channels and everything we saw was in black and white. It wasn't until I was in high school that my parents had my Uncles TV shipped to us upon his death - it was a bulky color TV. A big deal! We had three channels for the longest time (cable couldn't make it to where we lived back then) and I remember the addition of a fourth channel which played "oldies" and reruns - and on the weekends played the old movies with old movie stars in the afternoons. I was in heaven!
15 comments:
Love the nostalgic mood of your poem, Margaret!💞 This is beautiful!
Such nostalgic memories, Margaret! John Wayne movies were the best! I sure miss the old days without cell phones.
Very romantic write Margaret. A happy Thursday to you
Much🌼love
This is so sweet, especially that your loving gaze still rests upon your very own Clark Gable, whose hair is now streaked with silver. Sigh. Lovely.
I love that you love your husband ... puff snores and all. Beautiful write!
And my Brad Pitt has gone bald and snores - loudly but then, so do I. I love this sweet poem of marriage. Mine is not as sweet but it has its bits of share humor. I think you love your Gable as much as I love my Pitt (he used to be blonde before he lost his hair!).
Awww, It doesn't get better than this. Puppy love ages but it still the same, just a little slower. I keep asking Mrs. Jim if she wouldn't like to renew our vows. Her retort, "Well, I haven't done anything that makes me need them." It has become a game we play at certain moments.
BTW, I added a next to last line to my Dear John letter, "Perhaps now the rain will stop." It wasn't supposed to be a literal rain, but a metaphor for a messed up situation. That line might help a bit? Dunno
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A tender poem, Margaret; I love the nostalgia of Saturday afternoon films on TV. We continue to believe in happy endings and some of us have them, even when the other half puffs little breaths - my husband does that too! The final lines are sweet.
So sweet and romantic....leading man...sigh.
I grew up without the massive overdose of TV too... and even the smallest thing could nail me to an image...
I grew up loving those old movies and leading men. Your poem is a beautiful expression of love.
Aw. The silver screen silvers your love here sweetly. I remember "cable" in the early '70s -- same network stations, a distant one featuring wrestling matches and one channel where a camera panned back and forth over a clock, temperature gauge and barometer.
and since I couldn't afford cable
my eyes feasted upon you.
I adore these lines!
I love this so much, Margaret, every single word. "I couldn't afford cable" just adds so much. Love, love, love.
This is the most romantic thing ever!
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