One of my dearest friends made an observation in a conversation not long ago that's bothered me a lot. She said, of my former husband, "He was the love of your life. You completely and totally adored him." And yes, she's right. I did adore him. Utterly. I loved his scent, the texture of his skin, the sound of his voice, how gifted he was at working with people. His soft green eyes melted my heart. My heart skipped a beat when he came through the door. He made the best Spaghetti Carbonara, Veal Scallopini, and Fettucini Alfredo I've eaten anywhere, including in Italy. His touch undid me, made me shiver with delight. He provided amply for our family and was generous with friends and family. There were times when he made me feel so loved, though now I wonder if that was just illusion created by a master manipulator because so much of his secret behavior was inconsistent with loving me and actively undermined our marriage. In any event, his good points as well as the
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this is so so touching..and one of my favorite old tin paintings.
even the rust adds to her halo.
thank you for being here...
John
Peace.
Today, I can post a comment. This is a beautiful image, Mary is resplendent and the chubby baby is cherubic. I adore her face! I love that you are finding these tin paintings. I think that they are so lovely! Your haiku is wonderful. "Fair Queen of heaven" !