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I met her at folk dance,

Starting a quick romance…

Floundering later

A big blast crater

Shook me from my trance.

Unlike my future Diana,

“Dinny” saw divorce on her scanner…

Making it plain

She’d face that pain,

If I was not her manna.

She had a form I loved,

Not a slim but proportioned dove…

Her horse riding

Looked toward providing

Wedding nights of exciting love.

I knew before I’d admit

That we’d reached the end of it…

She gave a two-week

Notice to seek

The answer to go on or quit.

Don’t remember if I kept the ring,

I may have thrown away the thing…

But an amber heart

She wouldn’t part

With, despite my last pleading.

In four months she found her man,

After I’d opened up the can…

Her productive life

As mother and wife,

Was better than I had planned!

Four years later, Diana,

And I corresponded (HOSANNA!)…

Finding room

To be HER groom,

Building our love cabana!

–Jonathan Caswell



I will not get her black balloons,

THAT would be cruel…

The kind of joke expected

From wiseacres at school.

I married an older woman

But can plainly see…

That sharing lives, no one denies

She is to me beauty.

It helps to know, when all is said,

We need ech other, too…

On your sixtieth birthday

My Diana–I love you!

–Jonathan Caswell