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Love is in the Air

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“Will he remember me?” The eight year old asks. Her eyes glance nervously at her mom, a hand-made Valentine’s clutched between her fingers.

“Of course he will, my love!” Her mother assures her. The little girl stares at the portrait of her father mounted on the wall. “Mom says I have your eyes, dad..” she whispers, “I miss you dad, I don’t remember much of you except,,” she pauses, “You sang to me at bedtime….” Her face brightens, on a sudden thought.

“Was it Baby Beluga, mom?” She asks, filled with hope. Her mom nods, her voice choked. Forcing herself to smile, she prays for strength.

“See, I remember! Mom says I was just five when you…” Her words falter. She places the card on the tripod below the portrait. “Happy Valentine’s Dad!” She rushes off to make another one.

Her mom inches closer to her husband’s frame, “I got ice-cream and its the flavor you love,” she whispers conspiratorially, “and just like before, am gonna eat yours too!”

Does the portrait really listen? Does it even care?

Her tears are falling fresh and fast for love is in the air.

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Dreamy in her pristine white satin and veil, she gulps and shifts awkwardly

She cannot do this! She needs to run! She just isn’t ready!

Far across the aisle, she spots her groom, watching her intently. Her legs have turned toĀ  stone.

When her father nudges her gently, “Answer your phone!”

Its her groom. “I know you wanna run,” he says, “let’s run away together.. Soon!

You can say ‘T do” later… but let’s have the honeymoon!”

She giggles and blushes, like the peach roses in her hair

And strides down the aisle to stand with him for love is in the air.

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Fragile, disheveled, the man always sat…. muttering in a corner

Folks spoke of how his love betrayed him for riches he could not buy

Left him desolate and raving mad. Yet he smiled at me as if he did not have a care

And shrieked in a hoarse, rattling tone, “Love is in the air!”

The big car swerved but he had jumped. Mangled, he lay on the road but I could barely shed a tear.

He must have thought this an apt occasion for love is in the air.