Wendy Negley, Poet

      In 1991, I had lost quite of bit of weight and I was enjoying being an attractive woman. My husband was very worried over finances at that time and so he didn't notice me particularly. Bill and I worked together and one day he was in my office and as he was about to leave he kissed me. This was just a brief kiss on the lips. I looked at him and said, "Bill, if we are going to kiss, let's really kiss." At which point we did. I really liked that kiss and we started kissing quite often. Knowing where that usually leads and not wanting to go there yet I suggested that we stay at that level of kissing only until New Year's (it was mid November) at which point we cold decide what we wanted to do. So we did and we spent our lunches together, breaks and a occasional time on Saturdays. After New Year's Eve we scheduled a meeting in my office. I really tried to figure out a way I could make love to Bill and keep my marriage, my post, my reputation, etc. But there

     My grandmother, Edith Rosetta Stefani Kells, died Nov 21, 1982. She had big brown eyes and my mother always told me that I had her eyes. When my daughter, Devin, was born she also had the same big brown eyes, "my grandmother's eyes." After she died I wrote this poem for her, focusing on the eyes and the continuance of life as shown in the eyes. My daughter's daughter, my granddaughter, also has the eyes! Oddly, my own eyes changed color when I was 40, they are now hazel and at times, green. But my daughter and granddaughter still have my grandmother's eyes. My Grandmother's Eyes My Grandmother's eyes in the old school photos so solemn, from hard work and sorrow. My Grandmother's eyes in a moment of love, so soft, unaccustomed to softness. My Grandmother's eyes in her last years of life, so weary, in pain closed forever. My Grandmother's eyes, in my own daughter's face, so eager, my Grandmother's eyes live forever.  My grandmother a