Fred Babbin

(1925 / Chicago)

Dearest Ruth


Dearest Ruth
You are my Breath
You are my Heart
You are my Life
You are my Third
Dimension - when we talk.
When we talk,
You are my Love

When we talk, I see
The gold grass field
And light o’ the sun
And my red love for you.
Kiss me, kiss me,
Kiss me now.

Submitted: Saturday, November 17, 2007
Edited: Monday, April 25, 2011

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  • B. Alexander (3/21/2008 2:22:00 PM)

    I'm glad to hear you and your Ruth are still so in love. At 27 me and mine truely hope to be. Great work. (Report) Reply

  • Janice Windle (12/12/2007 1:22:00 PM)

    This is an expression of love so poignant that it brings tears to my eyes, Fred. I love your unexpected use of colour - the red of your love is such a sudden flare of passion, the gold so rich. (Report) Reply

  • William Jackson (11/25/2007 9:45:00 PM)

    I like the connections here implied to all that is, the sense of your interconnectedness and that of your Ruth to the natural world. Lovely poem, Fred. (Report) Reply

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