June of ‘41

You were twenty five
Full of life…..
Yours and mine

Did you notice the scents of June?
The air abundant with privet…
with honeysuckle in bloom
Do you now?
Does it call you
Back to another time?

Did I learn to love this June air
While impatient in your womb?
It calls up emotion
In me…. Does it in you?
It bathes and comforts me
In my sorrow and my joy

I yearn for it each year
And feel it fade
As June becomes July

It once evoked thoughts
Of Rumson
Of earlier times

But it was in my heart
Before the earliest
And will be here

This air
This June air
This month of your birth
This month of Susan’s death
This month of my commitment
This month of bountiful life
This month of promise.

Posted October 17, 2007


I’ve been going through a time of overwhelm with several friends deaths and hearing of another, today. It was a breath of fresh air to read your poem, Phil.


Beautiful. Thank you. Do more.



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