When we stood there and said
“Until death do we part
to love and cherish”
Did we really comprehend
what that might mean?
We said “I do!” So full of certainty, but
did we really?
At that time, neither of us had a clue
So filled with expectations of love.
Really, not a clue about babies
All nighters with a sick child
Teen age daughter out late, We pacing while
Anxiously awaiting her return.
Moves, Job changes, in-laws
Some dying, others somehow living on
To Be care for, while We too age
Menopause, backaches, the slow settling
Into the inevitable silence of quiet companionship
No need to talk
Now, just sitting, watching
flames
In the fireplace
cup of tea
in hand
a
book
and
My
Love.
I
Do