Our love is like the puzzle pieces
We bought when we were dating,
The ones that came without
The guiding box-top picture.
Day after day you hand
Me pieces of emerald green
Or royal blue. Some days they're
Orange with a streak of white.
For years now I've been
Lining up the edges,
Linking one piece into another,
But the image remains fragmented.
Now here I am at the end
Of my life, pushing the
Final piece into place.
With tears filling my eyes,
I behold a photograph of you and I
Sitting on our front porch.
Our old, wrinkled hands clasped
As we watch the sprinkler
Move back and forth,
Laughing as our grandchildren
Leap through the streams
That shimmer in the sunset.
Sep 12, 2016
Sep 12, 2016 at 8:04 PM UTC
Our love is like the puzzle pieces
We bought when we were dating,
The ones that came without
The guiding box-top picture.
Day after day you hand
Me pieces of emerald green
Or royal blue. Some days they're
Orange with a streak of white.
For years now I've been
Lining up the edges,
Linking one piece into another,
But the image remains fragmented.
Now here I am at the end
Of my life, pushing the
Final piece into place.
With tears filling my eyes,
I behold a photograph of you and I
Sitting on our front porch.
Our old, wrinkled hands clasped
As we watch the sprinkler
Move back and forth,
Laughing as our grandchildren
Leap through the streams
That shimmer in the sunset.
