Lost In The 50s Tonight. A Repost

In the spirit of recent re-posts, I wanted to bring this one back for one more encore.

This is a bit melancholy, but it wanted to be written and I just tried to keep up with what my muse was dictating. I hope you like it.

Song Credit to Ronnie Milsap: Lost In The 50s Tonight.

Lost In The Fifties Tonight, by Catherine Linda Michel

Oh yes, I remember... so, so well that night, the music, the feeling of being held in your arms, swaying together and hoping the moment would never end.

"Close your eyes baby...Follow my hear-eart
Call on the mem'rie-ie-ies, Here in the dar-ark
We'll let the magic
Take us away-ay
Back to the fee-eelin's
We shared when they'd play

In the still of the ni-i-i-i-ight
Ho-old me darlin', hold me ti-i-ight
Oh-oh-oh-oh...Shoo-doop, shoo-be do, shoo-doop, doo
So real, so-o-o right
Lost in the fifties tonight.”

Lost in the fifties. Oh God, that night will live forever in my mind and in my heart. I remember so clearly feeling so safe, so loved, held tightly in your arms. We danced the night away and, as the sun began to rise, we kissed, right there on the dance floor. Oh how sweet your lips were as they tenderly, then hungrily devoured my own.

"These precious hou-ours
We know can't survi-ive
But love's all that matter-ers
While the past is ali-ive
Now and for always
Till time disappear-ears
We'll hold each other
Whenever we hear

In the still of the ni-i-i-i-ight
Ho-old me darlin', hold me ti-i-ight
Say-ay-ay-ay...ӬShoo-doop, shoo-be do, shoo-doop, doo
So real, so right
Lost in the fifties tonight."

But memories, like all things past, must be cherished, re-lived, then always put away until the next time I remember...

"In the still of the ni-i-i-i-ight
Ho-old me darlin', hold me ti-i-ight
Oh-oh-oh-oh...ӬShoo-doop, shoo-be do, shoo-doop, doo
So real, so-o-o right
Lost in the fifties tonightӬ.

Farewell my love, 'til we meet again. I miss you. I love you, forever.

As I walk slowly away from the small cemetery plot, I can still hear the strains of that song. I can still feel the love we shared for so many years. I know we'll meet again, my love, and I await impatiently to feel the way I felt that night. To feel your strong arms about me again, keeping me safe and giving me so much love. The life we shared was all I could have ever hoped for, or even dreamed of. You accepted me for what and who I believed myself to be, and swore that it didn't matter to you... that you loved me and wanted to spend your life with me, and so you did.

Nearing the car where our adopted Daughter and her family await, I can hear the small voice of our Granddaughter, asking me if I'm crying.

“No, sweetheart. Gramma's not crying. She's just lost in the fifties and with Grampa again, if only for a little while.” I pat her little head and she nestles into my loving arms.

“Let's go home honey.” I say to her, and as the car leaves the cemetery, I can still hear, in my mind, and my heart.

"In the still of the ni-i-i-i-ight
Ho-old me darlin', hold me ti-i-ight
Oh-oh-oh-oh... Shoo-doop, shoo-be do, shoo-doop, doo
So real, so-o-o right
Lost in the fifties tonight.”

Finis.



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