Response to Morgan's Journal - Week 4

I really liked this poem, Morgan. It brought back poignant memories of the passionate love that my paternal grandparents shared since the day they eloped when he was 17 and she was only 14. I don't remember seeing them dance, but whenever the family gathered, they sat close holding hands, smiling proudly at the children and grandchildren brought to life by their union. I had thought that they were really old, but it just occurred to me that they were still in their sixties. My grandfather died when he was 70. My God! I am in my sixties, and I don't feel old! I remember that Grandmother asked me to spend the night with her on the day he died She cried and told me that he "loved" her every night. I wonder what exactly she meant by that!