The portrait, done in black and white,
dominates their room.
A picture of their special day,
a day for bride and groom.
The only splash of color;
a bouquet of roses red.
“Jacob made that of us
on the day that we were wed.”
“For years it graced the storefront
of his studio in Bellerose.”
“He’d done our album for us
And he really liked this pose.”
“When we heard his shop was closing,
(Years of smoking took their toll)
My husband had to have it
Before the place was sold.”
When she spoke about her husband
There was love in every word.
It was: “We did this” and
“We saw that”
I listened and observed.
This wife had that rare quality
that beauties seldom find.
like those roses in their portrait
never fading, ever kind.