One Love – In Code

My aunt Cicely was singing in the kitchen. Of her love. At least, that’s what my mother said.

“For Uncle Jeremy?” I giggled. It was hard to imagine Uncle Jeremy as anyone’s love. He was old for one thing, almost fifty. And had very little hair and a lot of stomach. And only talked about how many dragons he’d slain in his video game.

“Shhh,” my mother hissed. “He’s in the sitting room, he’ll hear.”

Uncle Jeremy wasn’t to hear? Aunt Cicely had a secret love!

Poor Aunt Cicely! To be married to Uncle Jeremy and love someone else.

All that summer we stayed with them, I often heard Aunt Cicely singing in the kitchen of her love.

koi at the Chinese Gardens, Montreal Botanical GardensI tried to catch the words but couldn’t make head or tail of them.

“…spotted koi, light in the leaves, chocolate chip ice cream, buzzing bees, my sister Marie in her yellow dress, sandwiches with cream cheese and watercress…”

(Marie was my mother.)

Obviously Aunt Cicely was singing in code so Uncle Jeremy wouldn’t understand.

I imagined her love – he’d be tall, with a blond mane of hair and one of those long low sports cars. He’d have a name like Gideon, or Hawk.

When I heard my lovely aunt singing in the kitchen of her one lost love, I felt so sad for her.

I was only ten at the time, but I decided then and there that I’d never be like my aunt. I’d never ever settle for less than my one true love, and he certainly wouldn’t be an Uncle Jeremy.

This is all years ago. Aunt Cicely is elderly and frail now, Uncle Jeremy gone. I’m almost fifty, still waiting to meet my one love, still refusing to settle for less, although there was one I might have… No! What would be the point of compromising, only to find one’s one true love later?

Recently my mother asked me to visit Aunt Cicely in hospital where she was recuperating after surgery.

I arrived with a large bunch of flowers and a bag full of goodies. Aunt Cicely made an effort to appear bright and perky but I could tell she was down in the dumps.

At some point there was a lull in our conversation. I wondered if it might cheer her up to talk freely – for once – about her one love. I have to admit I might have been thinking of myself as much as of her as I longed to know the story.

“Remember your song, Aunt Cicely? Your special song?”

“What song was that?”

“You know, that one you sang in code. The song about your one love.”

“One love? In code?”

I leaned towards her. “Spotted koi, light in the leaves, chocolate chip ice cream, buzzing…”

A light shone in her old eyes. I smiled at her eagerly and squeezed her bony hand. She remembered! Finally I would hear the story.

“…bees, my sister Marie in her yellow dress…” she warbled. She laughed. “That song. I haven’t sung it in years.”

“But what does it all mean?” I asked. “Who was he?”

“Who? What he?”

“You know, your one love. The one you kept secret all those years.”

Her eyes traveled around the room. She looked at the bunch of flowers I’d given her.

bouquet of flowers“Orange roses and lilies, a gorgeous bouquet, my lovely niece Ellie visiting me today. Bedpans and nurses….”

Her voice was getting stronger. Her eyes went to the window. “Bare branches in the breeze…” 

She nodded at the women in the two beds opposite her. “Edith and Frances…” Then to the framed photo on her bedside table. “…my dearest Jeremy.”

“I’m so glad you came today. I’d forgotten what fun it is,” she said, eyes shining. “Singing the song of love. But – one love? Why did you think that? What would be the point of one love? The whole idea of the song of love is to think of as many of your loves as you can and sing all of them.”

“Bag of goodies,” she sang, rummaging in the bag I’d brought her. “Juicy grapes.” She stopped singing and her face crumpled with disappointment.

“What, no chocolate?” she asked in an aggrieved voice. “You know how much I love chocolate.”



The heart sculpture: Three Hearts on a Rock, by Jim Dine, outside the Musée des Beaux Arts, Montréal.

2016 is my Year of the Blurt: each week I’ll take advantage of an odd spare moment or two to write something very quickly. Probably the Blurts will mostly be fiction, but who knows!

Thank you for dropping by to read this week’s Blurt. It was inspired by the Daily Prompt’s Weekly Photo Challenge: One Love.

Please note: all material on this website, except for comments by others, is © Susi Lovell.



6 thoughts on “One Love – In Code

  1. Your Aunt is wise. I used to squashes that joy out of you sometimes in situations as the one your Aunt found herself in..and you helped her remember that joy. What a lovely story.

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