Free Cee They Used To Spoon Now She Is Spoon Fed

THEY USED TO SPOON NOW SHE IS SPOON FED He holds a sixty-nine year old spoon to her mouth sixty-nine years wed sixty-nine years in the same bed he holds the spoon in front of her gray framed head after all, sick or not, frail or not the lady must be fed and if anyone was going to do the feeding it would be the man who, for sixty-nine years she'd been needing gardening, growing, weeding seeding the same garden for sixty years through sun and rain 69 years easing each others pain one's devotion is only exceeded by the other father and mother with two men left behind and always on their collective mind the years spent stifling arguments and cultivating love the many years they had to fix the roof above his hand shook as the spoon neared her mouth they'd began in the north but ended up in the south no cold north wind to battle against, only to lose the fight no snow to begin in the morning and still be falling past midnight no white to fight against with an aging back and a contented wife and so for 69 years this was their life and slowly he slips the ground up mush from a sixty-nine year old spoon upon her tongue because she could hardly swallow with no rule book nor informative guide to follow each not fearing but expecting death and so each dawn one would feel for the others breath so spoonful by spoonful that 69 year old utensil was used for sustenance he so amorous of her 69 year old divine countenance and now he no longer recognizes the woman once so glamorous he had plagues of his own that he ignored because a 69 year old bond had been grown so alas they would swallow their pride let their Lord be their guide the God who had protected them and stifled their temporary tears and had been doing so for 69 years © 2012 © copyright PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~