Walking home,
on Ruth’s birthday,
after dropping the girls at school
my jacket open, day warming
my hands in the pockets, akimbo
she slid beside me,
knitting her arm with mine
at the corner, the crossing guard
She asked, how long have you been married
instinctively, she said “forever” and I “always”
We each know our history, life before
But forever, always are true as well
four years on, almost, since we met
a lifetime ago, those days before
How long will you be holding hands
oh that is a question, smiling
we answered together,
we hope forever, always
May 7, 2008
Wednesday, May 07, 2008
How Long
Labels:
Christ,
christian poems,
christian poetry,
Concord NH,
creator,
cross,
daughter,
Faith,
faith poetry,
Family,
God,
hands,
history,
home,
hope,
king,
life,
May,
New Hampshire,
poem,
poetry,
Poetry Where You Live,
praise poems,
praise poetry,
Raymond A. Foss,
religious poetry,
Ruth,
schools,
sing,
throne,
United Methodist,
walking,
way,
yoke
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment