A Life Well Lived Through Words

By Definition We speak of hearts In the love equation, Hearts pump the blood, life force, Lips are the entryway to life, souls and mind. The on-screen kiss That we sense is real— The flutter that sends tingles from our lips through our entire cell structure. And the heavenly must play a part for love is truly the moving of my soul through yours, on the wings of cupid’s arrow. We are “drunk with desire.” We swagger; our heads spin. Our entire culture yearns for romantic crazy LOVE. We want to be like “Rose” when she catapulted from the life raft, back onboard the Titanic to be with “Jack”. How many of us have felt that life or death love- of Capulet and Montague fame? My mother and father had that Romeo and Juliet like electricity. They loved each other with passion befitting a torrential rain, a Spanish bullfight, a Latin merange. Quick, slow, quick, slow, Undulating hips. From the moment they met—he, the Casanova, Jewish Ricky Ricardo—could not give up his beautiful Jewish Viennese Sali Lucy. Having grown up with passionate parents, And parent’s friends with numbers on their arms. I saw many examples of enduring love. They could not speak of the horrors of the death camps; But they could sing and glorify in their love for one another— Having found one another out of the ashes. The love these survivors showered on their children, is a very different love. It is tinged with the suffering of loss, for they have understood the frailty of life. The love I feel for my aging parents is so strong— I sometimes feel as if I shall overflow. Having to say goodbye to my father on a hospital bed , My heart cried through my lips, “Daddy, I love you, please don’t leave me.” I cherish all the days left with my Mama. The love I feel for my Samantha -- baby of my forties, There are no parallels. It is as if two hearts beat as one. She has an earache; my ear swells. She receives an award, my arm rises to touch it in the audience. I suppose my immortality lies within her. The day of her birth— I could only think of the truly highest love… The infinite love of G-d, the Creator, the universe, for giving me the blessing of a child. But alas, romantic love, Has not been my forte. It is elusive. Lovers have come and gone. Some have stayed too long Love must change and grow, Spiral upward or it dies. How do we grow to understand one another, When we don’t have the same blood chemistry? So we come full circle, the intertwining of souls. Thus spoke the Little Prince: “It is the time you have wasted on your rose that makes her important,” “Only with the heart that one can see rightly.” “What is essential is invisible to the eye.” So with every breath I take, Heart keep on pumping! .