Wednesday, February 11, 2026

O Sole Mio

 O Sole mio. …


I love waking up to your smiling face.

Some mornings I’m so blissful,

I just sit quietly drinking coffee watching you.


You light up a room when you enter.

It’s hard to feel depressed 

With you beaming at me


But lately I’ve noticed you’re changing your pattern.

There’s a lull in your appearance.

I no longer see you gradually waking up,

But, you are now fully dressed for the day

when I arise.


I miss those early morning moments:

just you and me

preparing for a new day


Soon, you will be gone on your chariot

in the early morning—-

off behind the hill, the bluffs

sharing your warmth with someone else?


Yes, I know you told me from the start

That our relationship would be brief

But I’m still heart-broken

that you are leaving me.


And yes, I know you’ll still be around

But, I’ll miss that early morning

come-hither face that gets me out of bed

and urges me forward:

to face a new day.


Apollo-Sol:

O Sole Mio

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Between Two Worlds

Most of my life, I've considered it fortunate that I was just ahead of the Baby-boom. Generally, the Baby-boomers were born between 1946 and 1964 after the fathers returned from World War II. It was a huge population explosion that has reverberated through American society.

This blog will be part history, part memories, part reflections of a retired teacher, but active "Senior". I have always felt like I straddled two generations forming a bridge. Sometimes I think like a baby-boomer, but sometimes I'm locked into my parents' Depression era thinking. I'm a dichotomy of two eras. But, I'm always ready to try something new---so here I am dipping my toes in the water of Blogworld.