The first time we met


The first time we met, I was slowly sipping the morning blues away one cup at a time to the slow rhythm of the waves and the lush tones of Satchmo.

“Ive been waiting for you,: she said, standing there with complete certainty and that infuriatingly knowing smile I would come to love.

“I’m sorry, but do I….” was all I ever said again.
She took my hand and said, “Come dance with me.”

Moments later, as the moon rose, I asked, “What took you so long?”

She cupped my face and said
“Baby, I had to wait till you wanted to smile again.”


Dr John A. King


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