The Fullness of Love Over Time ~ by Dorothy Bush
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Twenty years pass; my mother is desperately ill and I am visiting her in
Hamilton. The phone rings and I answer. “It’s Eldon,” he says, although
he didn’t have to tell me, my pounding heart did. The same lilting
cadence of his speech caressed my ears as his presence felt tangible.
We laughed, we cried and we talked for hours.
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Copyright 2007 by Dorothy Bush
The Fullness of Love Over Time
We were children when we met, back in 1960. A melding of two souls
began, childhood sweethearts, years later, young lovers, inexperienced
but sweet and tender, as young love should be. Separated by three
provinces our lives took separate paths. Destiny is often cruel and our
connection became as elusive as the Nova Scotian fog it was born in.
A note was in my mail one day. “Gone to Fort McMurray. Join me.”
For the second time, I thought my heart would break. I could not go; I
had another love, my work and plans for a future.
News was sporadic over the years.
I thought of him often, wistfully,
and was happy for his joys
and saddened by his failures,
as I raised my own family with its
own share of both.
We stay in touch now,
calling each other to share
the milestones of our lives.
I no longer dream of meeting him
one last time; of re-kindling
that once bright and shining love.
I am content,
knowing he has a family that loves him,
as have I.
