Wednesday, February 1, 2012

A Million Kisses

While Bill was recovering from his strokes, he suffered from occasional bouts of depression. One day soon after his first stroke, he burst into tears and said, “I owe you a million kisses.” This sentence starts the following poem from How to Build a Better Mousetrap: Recollections and Reflections of a Family Caregiver. This is one of several poems I wrote from Bill’s point of view. I think we all owe that special someone in our lives a million kisses.


I owe you a million kisses.

I owe you a million hugs--

and now that you are my Mrs.,

I should keep you safe from thugs.

But I have been dealt a hard blow

which leaves me unable to do

the things I delighted in so,

and that includes loving you.

If I could hold you once more,

I’d cherish the love you provide.

If fate would open the door

and allow me to walk inside,

I’d give you a million kisses

now that you are my Mrs.

By the way, you might want to read a couple of articles about me and Bill and my new book. The first was published in The Casper Star Tribune this past Sunday. The second is a book review that appears on the U.S. Review of Books Website. Enjoy!

Abbie Johnson Taylor, Author of We Shall Overcome and How to Build a Better Mousetrap: Recollections and Reflections of a Family Caregiver


  1. That was a nice poem. We get so busy taking care of things each day and forget to thank others and show them affection. Those people might be gone one day and we won't have complemented them like we should.

  2. Hi Bruce, I know what you mean about people being gone before you have a chance to show them your appreciation. My mother passed away unexpectedly from cancer in 1999 before I had a chance to thank her for all she did for me.