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It was in the early days of our lives
She was so beautiful
My eyes could not stop admiring
My heart kept racing
Every time it sensed
her good-looking approaching
But we were too young
To give full meaning
To the love language
Time kept flying
We lost contact
But the memory of our past
We lugged with us
Fate found us
And brought us together
We have now grown
So big and sweet
We both glitter
At each other’s presence
We were ready to do a recap
of where we left off
We laughed and joked about our past
We talked about our hey days at the National Theatre
We remembered the beautiful past that reflects our true self
We both haven’t changed after all
At that moment my heart spoke
The love language again
I knew I was in love with her
It wasn’t today
It started from when we were kids
Man must gather confidence
And speak out his feelings
Thoughts of what she would say;
Don’t laugh at me,
We all do it sometimes
We were sweet friends
But now, I want to take
The friendship a step further
My heart in full swing
Of abnormal beating,
It beat faster
It spoke two different languages
Say it; and keep it
Don’t know which of these to believe
I was shy
I was afraid
I was confused
I was happy
I was sad
I felt insane
There she was,
Standing in front me
In their house
Beaming with smiles
Nii, she said tenderly,
‘I thought you said you had something to tell me,
Come on, I can’t wait any longer
My ears are itching’
My heart just jumped out
And now I want to escape from her presence
I wish I could vanish into thin air
Stop laughing at me
I’m not mouth lazy
I was just afraid of the outcome
What if she said NO?
What if I lose her as a friend?
What if she vanishes into thin air?
And the what if’s continued …
Once in a man’s life time
He must draw together courage
To speak out his feelings
After all, I would not have violated any law
For telling a sweet scented woman
Gorgeous, attractive and stunning
About what I feel for her
So my nerves were clamed
This was how I started…
Esther, I mean, Naa Adjeley
The confusion has started
Errrmmm, you see,
Still didn’t know what to say
Hmmm, hope you are doing great?
‘I guess your brother, Thomas,
Is doing fine?’
She stared at me intently
The smiles on her face kept
My hopes alive
And my heart awake
I knew she was expecting
Something more than making those comical remarks
It’s was now time to speak
Naa Adjeley, I travelled from Cape Coast
To Accra to come see you
To tell you I miss you
Please let it out
The small voice inside me whispered
I left campus to Accra just to let you know that
I AM IN LOVE WITH YOU
She laughed aloud and said
‘’are you serious!’’
‘Oh! Yes I am’
I said confidently,
Her face suddenly darkened
The smiles misplaced
I wanted to fade away from her presence
After all I’ve let my feelings out
That was what mattered to me
But I did not have that special magic
How long have you felt this way towards me?
The next question to answer
‘When we were kids,
But it was revamped quite recently’
I could see the confusion on her face
She needed some more time
To think things through
I was excited let it out
But she was confused
I went back to school,
We enjoyed chit chatting on the phone
But the answer to my request was still hanging
She mentioned in one of our conversations
She might be travelling
But didn’t say when
She was a nursing student
I was a tourism student
The beauty of having a friend
You know and love
kept my mind awake in school
School was on recess
I arrived in Accra
Left my things unpacked
Borrowed money from my old girl
Picked a cab to Banana Inn
To see the woman
That has taken my heart hostage
I kept bagging at their gate
Agoo! agoo! agooo!
Waiting in anticipation to see
Her fine looking face
And present her with my first gift
Her brother, Thomas opened up
‘Hey! Where have you been?
It’s been a while’
Was the first question
The only interest I had was to see her face
I wanted to see the woman
That makes my heart beat
She was all I cared about
Where is Naa Adjeley?
I enquired from Thomas
I saw the shock on his face
My breathe was not catching up
with me properly
I knew something was wrong
‘Where is she’,
I asked again
‘Didn’t she tell you
She was travelling?’
My face dropped dead at once
I felt a sharp heart ache
I almost fainted
She left for the U.K
Without even saying bye bye
Was that why, she didn’t give any reply
to my proposal?
Why did she keep my heart awake?
I left her house, depressed
Her gift was a bonus for the cab driver
My face drenched in pool of tears
I know it hurts
But I felt more relieved
My feelings had been made lucid to her
I now walk with my chest out
Ready to move on
Ready to open myself up to happiness
I still remember
My first love story
The one I have kept furtive
Over the years
My old time love.
The Tale below was carved one night,
Upon the Stone, by candlelight
...most won’t believe, but some just might
.........most won’t believe, but some just might
Well James made Beth his lovely bride
(And angels smiled, though teary eyed)
...their bodies bound, their spirits tied
.........their bodies bound, their spirits tied
Upon her hand, a shimmer shone,
As bright as blood, a ruby Stone
...and brighter still, as love had grown
.........and brighter still, as love had grown
Soon James was sent to man a sail
So Beth removed her wedding veil
...her eyes were bright, her face was pale
.........her eyes were bright, her face was pale
“Well, I’ll be here when you return”
Said Beth to James, who kissed in turn
...a kiss that made her body burn
.........a kiss that made her body burn
. BETH’S TALE
1. The Dream
One night, within a dream deformed,
The cawing of a Crow informed
“...a Ship was stripped where winter stormed
.........a Ship was stripped where winter stormed
Midst winds and waves the thunder boomed
The Ship of Death was surely doomed
...the sea engulfed, the sea entombed
.........the sea engulfed, the sea entombed
Your James... denied by Davy Jones!
His spirit gone, his flesh and bones
...are resting now amongst the Stones
.........are resting now amongst the Stones”
2. The Quest
Awoken by the ebon Wight
And beckoned by the baneful bight
...I left before the morning light
.........I left before the morning light
Throughout the realm I rode a roan
Until, in time, I reached the Stone
...where shades and dreams in darkness groan
.........where shades and dreams in darkness groan
While skipping up and down the sky
A missing moonbeam mocked my eye
...enough to make a Swallow cry
.........enough to make a Swallow cry
For someone stole a star or two
And something else that fate withdrew –
...my jewel of joy, my James Bijou
.........my jewel of joy, my James Bijou
The shadows of the evening swelled
Where demons of the dusk had dwelled
...and in the far, a vesper knelled
.........and in the far, a vesper knelled
The Stone, beneath the sky, stood cold –
Between the runes, a vapour strolled
...a cloak of fleecy fog consoled
.........a cloak of fleecy fog consoled
A Raven on a branch, enthroned,
Her wings waved once, a wail intoned
...beyond the bay, a banshee moaned
.........beyond the bay, a banshee moaned
I lay beside the Stone, his bride
I lay beside the Stone and cried
...but were it I, instead, that died
.........but were it I, instead, that died
The rainbow of the moon fell dim
A midnight Swan soon ceased to swim
...as if to hide all hint of him
.........as if to hide all hint of him
Between the willows in the swale
There sang a Bird, a Nightingale
...which left me faint and feeling frail
.........which left me faint and feeling frail
I felt him breathe within a breeze
Responding to my anguished pleas
...and leaves blew by abandoned trees
.........and leaves blew by abandoned trees
“I miss you too, my darling Beth”
Re-echoed from the Ship of Death
...the future buried in a breath
.........the future buried in a breath
The Stone lit up a ruby sheen
And clouds were kindled crystalline
...with consequences, unforeseen
.........with consequences, unforeseen
Above, the wretched Raven soared
To where the Ship of Death lay moored
...beneath, the icy ocean roared
.........beneath, the icy ocean roared
I’m joined with James beneath the Stone,
Though to the Ship my spirit’s flown,
...for nevermore to be alone
.........for nevermore to be alone
That night the wayward winds were weird
The Ship of Death had disappeared
...coyotes called and mortals feared
.........coyotes called and mortals feared
At dusk, the craven shadows crawled
At dawn, the winds of mourning called
...upon the Stone two names were scrawled
.........upon the Stone two names were scrawled
The Raven sits, with wings outspread,
Atop the Stone which shades the dead
...it sometimes shimmers ruby red
.........it sometimes shimmers ruby red
Between the sounds, where silence seeps,
Their love lives on and never sleeps
...and yet, the weeping willow weeps
.........and yet, the weeping willow weeps
inspired by ~fc~
Wight (obsolete): a supernatural being, creature
Bight: a bay or gulf
Swale: a moist depression in a tract of land
...inspired by 'Portrait Of A Lady' by T.S. Eliot
On winter days the view outside is nebulous at best,
within, the furniture is as it always was, and I am waiting,
waiting for a glimpse of you to silence my equivocating.
Somber is my attitude, the light is dim, curtains at rest,
as dust mites dance, the clock ticks unobtrusively,
marking time, the chamber maids make ready for my guest,
and dust the tables, clean the silver, place the flowers perfectly.
You return from 'La Boheme,' affected by the tragedy,
emboldened by Puccini's art, transfiguring his sadness
to an everlasting theme of hope eternal, with no misery.
A small group of confederates who seize the meaning clearly,
examine his conceptions with a true and honest face,
only those who can conceptualize his grace.
And we are bereft of conversation.
The curtain falls between our faces,
we are left with little else to say.
Gone are common talk, and airs and graces,
walls have grown, and bars along the way.
Your friends have grown in stature, tried and true,
reflecting what you feel within your soul,
and you must follow them and share their view,
as long as it will bring you to your goal.
Friendship is a bond that can't be broken,
even though you dally with your heart,
you cannot spring the lock, that sacred token,
that keeps your deepest feelings true to art.
Your friends are pure disciples of your creed,
they will legitimize your need
to pave your way to conquer and succeed.
Within the mellow of the violins,
the sweetness of the celli and the horns,
I hear a tattoo beating all alone,
the tympani begin to pound
a loud crescendo of their own.
I listen, there is something out of tone.
With cigarettes and sherry, unconcerned,
we wander through the garden unaware,
take in the sights and pass without a care,
as if our similarities don't matter,
we give ourselves to nonsense, idle chatter.
Roses now are brightly blooming,
to your friends now you are calling.
I know not of what you speak,
I cannot fathom your delight.
You say: 'Try to understand my mission,
learn to trust in things unseen,
I must find what nature seeks
and fathom its eternal meaning.
Youth will never gather roses,
never see beyond the garden.'
I will stay for now, trapped in the cold.
Though I'll remember nature's wonders,
sunsets and the breath of spring,
feel the wind blow through my hair
and know the thrill of sunrise cresting.
We see the universe as dancing,
two such different creatures trancing,
we two will never understand
the private notions of the other,
even if we take each other's hand.
Coming close to your destruction
you will see the other side,
who says who has satisfied
requirements for a better life?
Friendship, if we could but find it,
yields the seeds of greater profit,
greater than the seeds of strife.
I now remain just as I ever was.
I shall take my morning walk,
communing with the birds and talking
to myself while reading Kafka,
glancing at the latest headlines.
Dear Stravinsky's 'Rite' is slighted,
(he'll return when ears are righted.)
When I smell a rose I'm prompted
to recall a certain lady, gifted with
a new perception, I must sadly
take exception, for the moment anyway.
The chill of morning, people yawning,
I am tired, the blush of dawning has me
feeling ill at ease, my spirit sags,
I barely reach the second floor.
'When will you return? Is Paris so much more
than you have here?' is my unanswered question.
I drag my heels to breakfast,
listless as a lazy dog, and nibble toast,
my countenance as pallid as a ghost.
A letter would be welcomed.
I shall miss you; there, I've said it.
I am your friend, are you not mine?
Tenuous and strained, two casual
acquaintances who share so little time,
we brush elbows, like strangers passing
on a platform, sharing sidelong glances,
afraid to say hello. I watch you as you go.
Others swore we would be close,
peas in a pod, familiar.
Instead there is no warmth, not yet.
Were you to try we might combine
and nibble toast together, and take
a walk, your hand in mine, and
stammer conversation 'til we knew
there was no reason e'er to rue.
I shall sit with pleasant thoughts of you.
Desperate, I ponder on your death,
scant breath expended twixt the two of us,
and loneliness an ache too harsh to mention,
pen in hand and no one to subscribe.
I'll scarce recall the softness of your skin,
or search your heart to find what lies within.
Should I be bold, or take a gentler path?
encourage you... would I incur your wrath?
If you were to die I'd never know your truth,
and I should lose the vigour of my youth.
Taken from the Novel, ''The Thirteenth Year'' By S.T Nchindo
I seek no special day
I need no remainder
I set no alarm
To bring you to thoughts
Each day, I know you are gone
My heart soars with sadness and fear,
Secret tears still flow
Your departure was so soon
My desire was to see you each day
Does it really have to be you?
Death, depart from Mothers
They are irreplaceable
Life so special
Our home we shared,
Is never the same
Thy blood, in my vein doth flow
My gratitude, thus remain eternally
Thy labour, I had food
Thy love, I walked with no shame
Thy understanding, I had education
You were simply the best
You gave life to me
In your shadow, I had shade
You called me Mother.
For I carried Grandmother’s name
It is a feeling well cherished
It felt so great
Who will call me that again?
I forbid my thoughts to go deep
For the deeper it goes, the more it hurts
I had solace,
For your voice never parted with my ears
In my dreams, you remain featured
My sister and I are heartbroken
However, we are all grown up,
Death has no right
You passed on,
No sight of your grandchildren
Could you have hanged around for a while?
They do something for you
Fetch water or call you grandma
My spirit soars
You aren’t returning
My time is fleeting
My journey just begun
Soon will be joining
Aren’t afraid of death no more
For my journey's end is certain
There, I shall find shelter
Jesus, my Sheppard
Will lead me home
My eye shall delight by thy sight
Talking and laughing
Just like we used to
Death is victorious,
Yes, for now.
The stage, so irreparable
Even to God, it is irreversible.
It is not well with my soul
It aren’t easy, lesson ought to start
To miss you
To live without you
Surely, my spirit is willing.
Even after life is gone Mother
In my heart, your unconditional love lingers on.
Even after, you have left my sight
My thoughts, your light shines brightly
Even after you are gone
In my memory, you forever live on
In life, I loved you mother,
In death, I still love you
I have done my part
I have spoken to God
He answered saying,
“I only take the best.”
My lesson is complete
Your life is celebrated Mother
I have peace in my heart
For I am reconciled by God’s mercy
My father in heaven comforted me
Now I know you are happy there
The pain I felt
The pain that tortured me
Was just fleeting
It’s never coming back
Brief was our meeting
And brief was my pain
You departed with all my tears
With all my strength
With all my hope
And with all my faith
God gave me a thousand reasons to smile
Your life, is a life well lived
Rest in peace dear mother,
It was the will of God
Who am I to question him?
I never did when you were given to me
Somehow, I knew this day would come
I have grown, I know
Split salt is never all gathered
Split milk is never gathered
I vow to carry thy love
Thy desire for me I carry along
I cannot bring back the golden years
I have lost life so precious.
Heaven has gained.
Farewell dear mother
Our meeting is certain
Our meeting is soon
To my God, and my King
I honour you
You called her to peace
Away from this world of confusion
In that land, hearts will never break
This I know
For the bible tells me so
June 27, 1919
I trust that all is well. Pray tell, are you enjoying London? Your last letter brought me a great deal of comfort and I reread your words, frequently, especially on gloomy days. Truthfully, all days are gloomy, as late. How I miss your wit and companionship, Sister. The nights are dreadfully long. Poetry brings its comforts, but I miss the sound of your pen scratching harmoniously alongside mine.
The clock is crass and full of spite,
It bustles like a bee,
Hours pass, I can barely write
For you are far from me.
I envy your sojourn, despite its gravity. Cousins Annabel and Dorette must be missing their mother. Are you enjoying your new role as governess? You are ever so accommodating, Sweetling, and I worry your new charges will run you ragged. Still, after their loss, your warmth should be a consolation during this difficult time.
Father’s health continues to decline and mother’s main concern, oddly, is to find me a suitor. Apparently, eligible men of an esteemed background, high moral character and certain affluence are a rarity in this county. I’d rather tramp through pigsties than face another long look and braying compliment, Heaven help me.
Our Mr. Brown drowns in stale ale
But Mr. Green is poor
Now Mr. White is pale and frail,
So please show them the door!
I am currently reading Beeton's The Complete Etiquette for Women, a guide to womanly arts. It is difficult to read these passages with a straight face. Truthfully, its author believes that ladies should at all times conduct themselves with the highest degree of decorum, even in their most private thoughts. Oh, it is vastly diverting!
What would he make of our capriciousness?
We are creatures who can not be so narrowly constrained nor defined. A woman’s heart is easily moved by the wonders of our maker, and a woman’s mind is often sharper, wiser than the male of our species. Why must we be so restricted?
The garden is in full bloom, now, and I comfortably slip between rows of roses and ladyslippers. I wandered the path, amused at page after page of virtuous advice, keeping myself poised while within I was bouncing like a peony. Oh, the air was heady with lavender, and the sun was, finally, obliging. Several cheery nuthatches decided to keep me company. It was such a spiritual moment, as though nature itself had built a church with blossom archways, a sanctuary of greenery and horizons. I was alone, and yet, felt the presence of divinity.
Sweet solitude, a gift for me
to piously applaud,
With gratitude I joyfully
spend precious time with God.
Molly, Dear, write when you can. I miss you terribly and, be merciful, send me some of your newest verses, please? Be happy, stay hopeful and I will strive to do the same.
* A westernized conversion of the Japanese haibun, which contain haiku instead of quatrains. I chose to try something new.
Time holds my hand
as I struggle with the vision before me
and the vision before me
is all I see of my life
and what I see, rages in scenes I can barely decipher
struggling to make sense
of the bitter pang that stings my eyes
with every scene, and I blink often
-I blink often, and I miss yet more scenes
and it waters my eyes, but the sting lands deeper;
I close my eyes and breathe deep
wanting to lean on, my only trustee
oh tick tick, timeless as you are
tick tick tock, the clock
that weighs down my arm,
your grip surprisingly light, considering…
-but something about the gentleness of its weight, such a charm
though, I confess, I wish nothing more than to lean on that weight
I wish that it manifests a wise sage
Someone I could lean on
Timeless, steady, not weathered with age.
Still, I must make due
Just hold my hand you jaded creature
and with your fickle touch teach me something new
teach me that everything is growth
teach me that every time this vision is not sweet
and its bitterness seeps through my senses
and this feeling of weakness and regret
that inflicts me, as I watch my life, as I watch every life
teach me, that with every prick and bruise
every miss and glance
And your grip on my wrist tightens
And I look at you damningly
And I see you have not grown, your weight is the same
a gentle pressure, no more
but you tighten yet, when the stubble on my face grows
and the pits beneath my eyes deepen
at the very sights I live,
now I glance at you not with accusation
loosen I beg, with my eyes
that have seen a life flit past
but even then you tighten more
and there I stand hand in hand with my only friend
learning that with every moments regret
and with every look cast out
I grow, and the hand tightens on my own
because my hand has grown so big
but yours still so small
and as only the truest friend
you hold on still:
as the pressure mounts
the feeling swells, I grow more
and I know there comes the time when I will feel my hand no more
and I would have grown all that I could grow
but you’d hold my hand till then
hold it through every moment that I live
so you teach me, my friend
that I am growing, and that every chance I miss and moment I fail
is not a wasted moment, or a foul moment
it is a moment I have spent holding hands with you
and I cherish it for tick tick comes the time
when we will hold hands no more
and I know then I will miss you friend
just forgive me, if I look at you accusingly again
saying with my eyes
that we should be embracing, that we should take these moments we have
and forsake the distance between us
yet would I be saying this friend, had it not been for your gentle
lightly weighted touch?
Would I so want to hold you, had you weighed me down since the start
Or held me close all this time?
Would I be so grown, so loving of you?
No. I will grow like this, with but your gentle touch
and when it comes my time, and I feel your clasp no more
I will know then
that what I wanted all along
was but your touch
and to know you were there
With me all along.
? ...GONE... ?
I never knew until that moment how bad it could hurt
To lose someone you never really had,
Days can be tough and at times cruel
To much for one to bear alone..
I was hoping that you would say
If I feel that I can't hold on any longer,
You'll take my hand and we'll go through it until together.
When the time comes, that if I can't stand on my own again
And I won't need you anymore, I will let go.
I will let go, if that would make you happy..
If you're lonely and your heart feels empty,
Just tell me and I will step inside.
But if One Day, you'll be needing that space for someone else
Don't worry and gladly I will give in my space..
Like in a painful, sad love story
It's amazing how easily to fall inlove with someone,
Who simply smiles, talks or stare at you
The only hard thing to do is to make that person fall for you.
They say that time heals all wounds, but all it's done so far
is give me more time to think about how much I miss You..
Okay, so maybe time heals most wounds, right?
Then why does it feel like it?
The wound is getting bigger and bigger every second.
Maybe Love is just a beautiful dream, and then we wake up..
Just as they always say when somebody leaves
When love is lost, do not bow your head in sadness,
Instead keep your head up high and gaze for the stars.
For that is where broken hearts have been sent to heal..
What is the opposite of Two?..
...A lonely me, A lonely You...
They say relationships are like glass
That sometimes it's better to leave them broken
Than risk hurting oneself in trying to put it back together.
Lost in my heart, lost in my mind, I'm lost in your eyes
Entire days, weeks, months, ...a blur...
Flickers of light in the darkness
Only to be enveloped in shadow once more.
And yet within the shadows of pain
Might be the faint flicker of love once fel,t
And that could make all the darkness worthwhile
Because a single "I Love You"
Is worth more than a thousand goodbyes..
I'm tired my Beloved..
of chafing my heart against the want of you,
Of squeezing into little inkdrops and writing it.
Ask me why I keep on loving you
When it's clear that you don't feel the same way for me.
The problem is that as much as I can't force you to love me
I can't force myself to stop loving you..
So I tell myself sometimes..
'Count the gardens by the flowers, never by the leaves that fall.
Count your life with smiles and not with tears that roll." ..
Though sometimes, these tears say all there is to say
And the scars don't ever fade away,
I am thankful that for a moment
I once met You, I once felt you look my way.
I once felt You within me, in my heart and mind
I once was happy and alive with You
I once Loved you and still Loving You... xoxo
P.S ..KYHYCYILY.. always.. ? ? ?
I’ve painted a picture
High yellows and deep purple.
Erasing the blues.
Though I can’t hide from them, because inside of them,
Lies context clues.
They keep popping up on my canvas, as if it’s some news
I owe you’s, saying I can’t loose
So if the picture was written
I would read between the lines.
But I see between the paint.
Longing for a deep enough red and then
I sought and found one.
Fingers caught stuck between the brush
As if I’d know the outcome
I want to be done
Light shades that could symbolize a sun
Intrigued with the scene
But even as the hand strikes green
One notices that it’s never what it seems
So I hold my hand against my heart and try to finish
And think as surely as there was a beginning
There’s going to be an ending
Making vows to a happily ever after picture
But what happens when the blues begin to shift you creating mixture?
I would tear it up, but knowing that I would miss you, I refocus my attention and continue to stick with you
Arts and crafts on my path
Not knowing when I will be through with it
I’m not new to this, plus I don’t want to loose.
Even though there’s I owe you’s behind the painting
They are hidden
Though I knew them to be true
There was still a compromise collision
Clocks ticking and I’m becoming intimate with this masterpeice
A dreamy artist I am.
As I plan to stand to finish the outline
I’m at once disturbed by what I heard and should I say
By what I saw
Like the voice of one speaking, within a picture of something I didn’t draw
Sort of disturbed but enlightened
My senses became heightened at the sight of it’s bright gold and deep red
Trying to depict between the lines what was read or being said
But it’s not so self explanatory.
So I asked the creator of it for it’s meaning
It was revealed what was the real deal
Awakened me from my daydreaming
Silenced my paint strokes
Provoked me to see my idol worship
The Truth within the lies, His canvas compared to mines, and vice versa.
I’ve been the mastermind for too long
But he came and presented colors I’ve never seen
And the colors spoke my life is not my own
Something that’s so supreme
And I wonder, what am I going to do
I notice that this picture has less blues
With more clear I owe you’s.
Think twice, and I want to be through with what I’ve created.
Didn’t sign it or date it, finally dropping the brush.
This vision, his vision, is better.
Being able to remove my hand from my heart.
I was intrigued.
And it was free to afford it.
Freely give, I received, becoming the will of his portrait.
The artist. Submits.
IT SEEMS TO ME THAT THE PRIME OF MY PARENY’S LIFE WAS ALMOST
MY ENTIRE LIFE
Did you ever notice that the letters in the word “love” are sequestered inside the word “evolve”?
Because to me that is what love appropriately does
And after sixty-plus years together love does,
in many ways,
change its ways of wonderment
and is often altered on a course to sheer contentment
for that is the result of the continuation of a consecrated commitment
an abiding faith that the others faith rests upon the others shoulder
as they grow ever so much older
remembering a time of working hard together to get through the hard times together
that old fishing boat she hated so that became battered and eventually succumbed to the weather
while all the while smiling because each year seemed a bit brighter than the last
and all the joyful events that are now part of a bejeweled and fulfilling past
a past reflected in each partner’s eyes which gaze upon a tribute to dedication
a coupling worthy of adulation
he being content to make her content proves the content of their cohabitation
a union rich with rewards that come in the mail bearing pictures of their first great grandson born
a baby with beauty by an angel at birth besworn………………………
so there they sit sharing a couch and swapping a calliope of memories
he talks of fishing and she of a cool Autumn breeze
as each agrees
sixty-plus years weaves two souls together as tightly as any weaver ever wove a sweater
and for some fated reason the last decade seems somehow, in retrospect, better
well……. not so much better as just plain more comfortable
no surprises, no red flags, and no warnings to heed
just a mutual and spiritual type of need
the need to talk away a partners tears
while knowing that his partner truly hears
and dries her eyes compliantly
to face yet another hardship defiantly
ever eager with a gentle finger to wipe away the wet that it might no longer linger
because these are two who vowed with strength that forever, to them, actually meant forever
through the trials…….. through the riches ……….and through the smiles
but most notably through all the determination together to damn away their fears
Yes……….it seems to me that love evolves ever so softly after sixty-plus years
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DEAREST MOM AND DAD-ALTHOUGH YOU WERE BOTH 90 I NEVER THOUGHT I'D MISS YOU BOTH AS SEVERELY AS I DO..HOWEVER, I HOPE YOU BOTH FOUND COMFORT ON THE CLOUD YOU NOW MADE YOUR HOME!