I Have His Letters Still

A Window with the Sunshine I want to sit in a window with the sunshine.

When I grow old, that’s all I want – A restaurant window in the sunshine.

My friend, the cherished actor had his choice of any seat his fame desired.

The maître d’ prepared a quiet table in the corner.

Privacy from peering eyes and boisterous strangers.

But for all his years in the limelight, He sought only one thing – A window in the sunshine.

More than fresh air – the generous rays of warmth envelope a personality, etch calm in body and soul.

Solace in elder years.

I harkened back to my younger days.

A quiet table in a dark corner, dim lights, comforted and provided security for me and the one I loved.

And then in middle years, a table twice removed, assuaged my ego.

Assured me of my importance.

Sheltered me from the very fame I sought.

And now….and now….

As the tide of life recedes, I want to sit in a window with the sunshine.