This Post by Abbie Taylor
When my late husband Bill proposed to me, it was a complete shock. For two years after meeting through a magazine, we’d carried on a long distance relationship via e-mail and phone. He lived in Fowler, Colorado, 500 miles away from my hometown of Sheridan, Wyoming. I thought he just wanted to be friends so when I received that Braille letter in January of 2005, I didn’t know what to think.
Although I’d had friendly relationships with men over the years, none were romantic, and no man ever proposed marriage. When I read Bill’s words, “Dear Abbie, I’m writing to ask for your hand in marriage,’” I felt as if my world had been hit by a tsunami.
At first, I thought Bill wanted me to move to Fowler, Colorado. I wasn’t about to pull up roots and start over in a new town where I didn’t know anyone. I was relieved when Bill told me on the phone the day after I received his letter that he wanted to move here to Sheridan. However, I still didn’t know if I wanted to marry him.
I wrote a poem, asking what it’s like to be loved. I later learned the answer, and the following poem will appear in my chapbook, That’s Life: New and Selected Poems which will be published by Finishing Line Press in August.
WHAT IS LOVE?
being warmed from within by another,
having someone with whom to share dreams,
a soothing voice that comforts you,
gentle hands that smooth life’s hardships,
strong arms that hold you close,
lips that bring you pleasure.
Love is a heart that’s yours forever.
Bill and I were married on September 10th, 2005. Despite his two strokes and the fact that I cared for him at home during most of our married life, we had seven happy years together before he died on October 30th, 2012. How did you feel when your spouse proposed to you?
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