Often when ruminating in my favourite chair after a meal I find my mind filling with Joy and a great comforting bliss. I wonder if it is my Beloved Pat whispering my favourite poem of hers in my ear.
Basic by Patricia A. Bow Easter 1975
I love you little more than I love air
for every time I draw a breath
a puff withstands the void of death:
I love you little more than I love air.
I love you little more than I love water.
It sends the new green springing high,
without it I would surely die;
I love you little more than I love water.
I love you little more than I love bread.
It binds the muscle to the bone,
it sends the heartbeat throbbing on;
I love you little more than I love bread.
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Hi, I am Eric, a retired librarian. I was born in St. Michael's Hospital, Toronto and raised in the downtown area north of the Art Gallery, south of the University of Toronto. I went to Orde Street Public School, Harbord C.I., University College at the UofT and the UofT's Faculty of Library and Information Science. I meet my wife Patricia at FLIS; our first date was on November 15, 1968. We were engaged February 14, 1969 and married on June 21, 1969. Our family includes son, James; daughter-in-law, Erin; (both writers), grand-daughters, Vivian and Eleanor; and Sonic, a very friendly ginger tabby. My beloved wife died January 7, 2017 and our 19 year old cat Pooka died January 8, 2017.
I would like to hear from any other class of '63 alumni of Harbord C.I. and class of '67 alumni of UofT's University College.
Eric C. Bow 