Remember?

Remember…
That first kiss when I pulled you away
Closed the door behind us and slammed you
Up against the wall.
That kiss turned knees to jelly, lips to berries
And sealed our fates it seems.
It appears from far away now,
somewhere lost in dreams.
Memories they remain, time has let the bad fade.

Remember…
When we went to Balthazar that first whirlwind night?
How I thought you had tricked me by telling me your birthday
was the same day as mine.
But it was true,
and I knew then, you knew too, and we were happy.
Things were not perfect, please
I am not deluded, but we were happy.

I Remember…
Making love to you, looking you straight in the eye and knowing you.
Your hair, long formed a halo around your head.
I told you I could look at your face forever.
I meant it you know?
I confess, I saw us having a child,
just one and I knew this would be a loved child,
Nurtured and exposed to unique people such as our families were (are).

Remember…
We watched our friends walk down an aisle with hesitation.
Yet, I did not want to be them in the stuffy NYC hotel with the low ceilings.
No, you and I would have done it differently.
It would have been for us, not a sea of faces that judged us
As they smiled.
But rather before only our loved ones and g-d.

Remember…
Pretending that we won the lottery?
Fantasizing about what we would do?
Take care of our folks, see to it they had everything.
You would write, I would write and we would travel,
Volunteer, make a movie and love each other like only you and I could?
I always wanted you near me yet, I let you go.
I knew we loved each other but there were others we
Needed to love too.

Remember…
The Hamptons? Flashes of bodies writhing in pleasure,
Forgetting all, and everyone outside the doors,
enraptured, entwined and happy.
I remember. You do too.
There is a place in my heart that longs for you even now, today, I would
Drop everything for one try. Can you see it?
No, but I remember.

Copyright ©2008 Veronica Romm

The colors of love.

 

The fresh green of the grass.

Your touch on my skin.

Our limbs entwined on the park lawn

as the breeze blows around us.

Hearts are dancing again.

 

The crisp blue of the water.

Your touch on my skin.

Waves crashing around us.

It is love we’ve been granted and

We have both given in.

 

The leaves falling yellow, orange, and red.

Wanting your touch on my skin.

I am chilled, dry to the bone,

Where have you been?

 

The red roaring fire.

Feeling your touch on my skin.

Snow falling outside the window

while you’re keeping me warm,

Yet now only in this dream.

 

 
Copyright ©2008 Veronica Romm

 

 

Goodbye Leningrad

         A little girl I am whisked away. All together, Mama, Papa and Babushka (grandma) board a plane to who knows where. We all land safely, on some ground. I ask “Is this where we are moving to?”

         “No, dear not yet, this is where we wait.” I am told.

          Wait?  Alright then, it is a lovely place. Near the beach we stay with Senora Maria. They don’t speak my language here, I quickly realize.  They speak Italian, we are in Lodispoli, somewhere south of Rome, Mama tells me.  There are children there and they are friendly, we play outside, mostly on the beach and I learn “ciao” and many new words as I play each day.  I understand them soon enough and they laugh when I say something funny in Italian but they help me and I learn.

          Three months fly by and the wait is over, we must board another plane. Babushka is tired and somewhat ill; she seems scared as mama and papa explain that we have the “Visa’s” whatever those are, but they are happy so I know it must be a good thing. As the plane lands safely once again I ask “Is this where we are going to live?”  Mama says yes while busy making sure our parcels are all there.

          There are very few parcels, and I was only allowed to bring my favorite doll, just one.  I left the rest behind with my best friend, Katya. She seemed happy but still cried that morning when we left.  She knew we would not see each other again; she was older than I and much cleverer.

          So there we are in a very busy airport once again, waiting.  Suddenly I am whisked into the arms of a beautiful young girl.  She hugs me as black tears rush down her face.  Mama is confused but I know this girl, it is Marina my only cousin.   Mama is shocked she has grown so much, a woman she is and they hug and cry.  Bella and George my Totya (aunt) and Dadya (uncle) are there too.  Everyone is crying, but not me, it’s too exciting with all the commotion.

           I hold Babushkas hand as we walk through “JFK” and it is a long walk for her.  She is tired, very tired and I want to leave this place with all the strange people speaking another language I don’t understand.  Marina speaks it well and I laugh when I learn my first word, “OK”.  Everything is “ok” as we get into the van with our parcels and everyone in the van together.  Mama and Bella keep crying and laughing, they act strange and nervous but I am OK.  We are on our way to our new house, it is May 10, 1979 and it is hotter than I have ever felt before.

Copyright ©2008 Veronica Romm

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I am home from the hospital.

First and most importantly I want to say Thank You for all of your thoughts prayers and wishes. They were obviously very powerful for I am home before schedule. Go me and my awesome surgeon!

I am now at my Mom’s where I will be for the next week at the very least. I was discharged from the hospital at 9:30 am 5/12/2008. Proud to report that all went well and as I had predicted I beat all the milestones and got out of there before anyone expected. I told everyone I am a tough cookie so now the proof is evident.

I am now more heavily medicated, so this may all seem well coherent to me alone, if so just play along, lol. I am so happy to be away from the constant buzz of the hospital monitors and out those ever embarrassing, butt exposing gowns (why that added humiliation I will never know?).

I miss my life but know that this procedure will have long term positive effects, for I have been struggling with my belly for too long.

My Mom is doting on me and of course if probably more mangled by all of this than I. Such is having a wonderful parent(s) and I am not complaining. It sucked that mothers day was spent in the recovery unit but I promised to make it up to her.

So there it is, or rather there is all I can accomplish for now on this blog. I just wanted to Thank all of my friends here in my web life, who’s positivity, prayers and sentiments greatly helped me get through the long wait prior to surgery. I will be on my blog or Stumbleupon, my hub so come say hi and I look forward to catching up.

Thanks guys, you are some of the most amazing people a girl could have the honor to know. Hugs and Kisses,
Veronica

 

 

 

For those I call friend.

I have been doing a lot of thinking about friendship as of late. It is always in adversity that we learn what people are made of. Here are some choice quotes by influential people who view friendship in a similar way. Whether it is an old friend catching up, or even a new friend on the Internet, friendship just makes life that much sweeter. Thank you for being a friend.

Anaïs Nin:
Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.

Ecclesiasticus 6:14:
A faithful friend is a strong defense: and he that hath found such an one hath found a treasure.

Eleanor Roosevelt:
Friendship with oneself is all important because without it one cannot be friends with anybody else in the world.

George Eliot:
Perhaps the most delightful friendships are those in which there is much agreement, much disputation, and yet more personal liking.

Marcel Proust:
Let us be grateful to people who make us happy; they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom.