The first of May a reflection

The first of May a reflection 
A poem

By jude kyrie

It was the first blossoms of  May
I think
A time of heady perfumes 
and fragrances
That dripped 
 promises like honey.
No matter my love,
that some would fade
like the cherry blossoms
I  the coming sunlight
My heart was filled back then with a
room full of tomorrows.
Our children were asleep in their beds
the youngest as new as the lilacs.
And we sat closely together 
At last some time for us,
Sharing the spring morn with a coffee pot.
I still remember,
The morning sunlight catch the burnished 
shine of your beautiful hair.
I thought how good it would feel 
Cascading onto my bare chest.
I looked at you at that tender moment.
Not as my wife
or the mother of my children.
But as the woman I could not
get enough of when we first met.
I know we were always working 
back then
always tired from disturbed sleep.
Never enough money
to go around.
But even now after
a long lifetime together.
If you were to ask me
were you happy
back then my love,
I would answer 
yes my love
so happy
so very happy