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Volume 1 Issue 3
Page 25
Page 25
They walk each morning, he with faltering steps, she with a cane.
Huddled against the weather, they cling together in the rain.
She leans against his frail body, tightly holding his arm.
It pleases him to make sure she will come to no harm.
They once were young and strong, full of energy and life.
But the years took their toll as they tackled daily strife.
Faces once smooth, now wrinkled, hair once dark, now gray or thinning,
A fullness in the body’s middle, time is so unforgiving.
But no Botox-induced youth for these two.
Though time has etched their faces, their affection is still new.
“What did you say, honey? Do speak louder, please.”
“I did speak up and by the way, did you say ‘peas or tease?”
They have seen it all – war, death, separation, children, illness, jobs
lost – together.
Companions growing old and changing, each face a mirror of the other.
A visit to the doctor is the topic of the day.
The nurse knows your first name all too well, with your Medicare card
you pay.
Like Paul McCarney’s “Bookends” they rest on the bench of life.
Between them are memories sustained as husband and wife.
The end of each day finds them snuggling in bed.
Holding hands, calves caressing, as always like bookends.
Huddled against the weather, they cling together in the rain.
She leans against his frail body, tightly holding his arm.
It pleases him to make sure she will come to no harm.
They once were young and strong, full of energy and life.
But the years took their toll as they tackled daily strife.
Faces once smooth, now wrinkled, hair once dark, now gray or thinning,
A fullness in the body’s middle, time is so unforgiving.
But no Botox-induced youth for these two.
Though time has etched their faces, their affection is still new.
“What did you say, honey? Do speak louder, please.”
“I did speak up and by the way, did you say ‘peas or tease?”
They have seen it all – war, death, separation, children, illness, jobs
lost – together.
Companions growing old and changing, each face a mirror of the other.
A visit to the doctor is the topic of the day.
The nurse knows your first name all too well, with your Medicare card
you pay.
Like Paul McCarney’s “Bookends” they rest on the bench of life.
Between them are memories sustained as husband and wife.
The end of each day finds them snuggling in bed.
Holding hands, calves caressing, as always like bookends.
| Bookends By Janet Romanek |