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THE VIEW OVER MORNING COFFEE by Ginny Brannan

A young man I’ve known since birth is soon to be married...

I wanted to give him a gift, and so am passing along some advice given to me by my dear aunt back in the days when I was still dating, on knowing if someone was the “right” one.  She said imagine the person you are in love with sitting across from you having coffee in the morning. Can you still picture that same person across from you in 10, 25, 40 or more years? And so with 34 years and counting, I share this secret of longevity. 

In a life filled with constant change: joys, sorrows; ups and downs, many view relationships as disposable. It’s true that partners may not always see ‘eye to eye’ with the other, but at the end of the day—or I should say in those early morning hours when you still can’t imagine sharing your “coffee” with anyone else, you know you have made the right choice.
The View Over Morning Coffee
by Ginny Brannan

I’ve yet to tire of the view
refined by changes over time
the tiny shafts of morning light
brighten landscape till it shines.

And on the grass the morning dew
reflects like diamonds on each blade
dampness slow to dissipate
it lingers under oaken shade

The shadows shift, the seasons pass
a single constant still remains:
I see the young man I once knew
despite the years, he hasn‘t changed.

How do you know if love will last,
as decades pass will it remain?
If face that greets you in the morn
in ages hence will still sustain?

I’ve yet to tire of your face
familiar as my mirrored own…
your smile lines, your silver threads;
our stories etched on skin and bone.

As morning breaks we pour a cup
and through the steam we greet the day,
again I’m taken with the view:
your smile takes my breath away.

 (For Chris and Rick with love. And for my Ray, whose smile still “takes my breath away.”)

Ginny BrannanResiding in New England with husband of nearly 34 years, son and two cats, Ginny Brannan took poetry and creative writing courses in both high school and college. Foregoing degree, she headed directly into the workforce. In 2009, Ginny found herself out of work and facing the ominous task of finding employment in a cyber world and declining job market. Struggling to keep afloat, a long-time friend suggested she tap back into her creative side and pick up a pen and write (or Macbook and type as case may be). She credits the therapeutic effects of writing to getting her through this stressful time. Ginny writes both traditional poetry and free verse. She has been published in The River Muse, an on-line Art & Literary Journal. You may read more of her poetry on her website here, listen to her recite her poems here or connect with her Ginny on twitter 



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