Sophie's Window

Ten-foot green shutters

Grace the street's first floor balcony.

A wash line emptied each night

From the daily boy's wear.

The 26th of July Street

Is a 35-mile long, 6-lane main drag

Which stretches in front of the sea.

Palm trees along the middle island rustles

As the traffic whizzes by.

The night air, filled with barbecue corn,

And salt sea freshness.

The trot of a horse drawn carriage

Break the noisy people and taxi horns.

The sun sets, and the noisy people are now just a hum,

We sit upon the balcony, late into the night

Emptying all thoughts,

Finding lost souls,

Connecting a love of femininity,

Crying for our husband's fates

Praising our children's accomplishments,

Opening to each other heart's desires,

Fusing to the end of time.

As the night grows into dawn,

And the sun rises

The fishermen in their boats

Silently begin their day

Rowing west, past the Sultan's castle,

Through the harbor,

Then disappear. ©

I’m the baby, life is good

Thud, thud against the bed as she snuggled under the blankets not awake yet.  He said “Who’s the baby?” directing the comment to the 135 pound Presa Canario dog sleeping at the end of the bed.  Her eyes not opened, she answered “I am”.  He replied “No you’re the big girl.”  She pouted.  He came around the bed, leaning over and squeaked a kiss in her ear. “I would wag my tail if I had one.” she said.  “Ah that’s the nicest thing you’ve said to me.”  She looked at him, and his eyes were glistening, even after all these years he still can make her smile at the little things in life.   Life is good.