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Melodies of Love

He entered the room…

Our footsteps in the sand…

Waiting For Fall

To Alice



Melodies of Love

Melodies of Love
Echo through my memories
Whispers of I love You
Touch my heart and soul

Better than moments
Encountered in my dreams,
For you are the sun I arise with
And the clouds that cover the moon
As I fall into peaceful slumber

Some say reality can not be beautiful
Once I thought so, but no more,
If this is reality,
Why am I so gloriously happy —

                — Deanne F. Purcell



He entered the room,
And the sun shone so bright
It captured the air we breathed.

— Deanne F. Purcell



Our footsteps in the sand,
The tide will come in
And wash them away,
But there will be other days
And other nights
When we shall walk together
And love again.

                — Deanne F. Purcell



Waiting For Fall

Waiting for Fall,
While still Summer
Just a slight change
Of Yellow and Orange
on the trees, and
A little cooler
In the evenings.

We haven't been required
To put away the
Brightness of summer clothes
And spirits high
For we are still in love —

                — Deanne F. Purcell


To Alice


Our lives were different then,
especially in Sullivan County
where I occasionally spent vacations.
No indoor plumbing and bathroom,
but we were content
with washstand, bowl and pitcher,
to pump water from a well.
That is how I washed,
uncomfortable with the huge tub
on the kitchen floor on Saturday night.

I loved to visit
Adam and Josie's Dairy Farm
down the road,
and watch them do chores.
I enjoyed driving with my family
down the country roads
and to the General Store
that shopped with Sears Roebuck Catalog,
also referred to
as the "Farmer's Bible."

In heavy rain or snow, my Mom
wouldn't let me go outside.
I'd wear out Alice
having her play the piano
and singing with her.
Eventually I got to be
too much for her,
as she had to cook the meals.

I entertained myself then
by reading the Sears Roebuck Catalog,
the Phone Book, searching for other families
with the name "Purcell"
or other surnames in my family,
and the Dictionary,
to improve my spelling and knowledge.

I wrote out picture postcards
to send to my family in Queens,
to share with them
my time in the Country.

Thank you, Alice,
for those memories.

            Love, Deanne F. Purcell

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by Deanne F. Purcell

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