hand-in-hand

 

in a few weeks it will be

forty years since we went out

for a banal movie and pizza—

 

forty years, college, a marriage;

three children grown,

and moved out mostly.

 

We are grandparents now.

Isaac toddles about the house

determinedly going where he goes,

as we follow behind bemused.

 

I think we worry too much

for the troubles we have. I am

aware they are there, as they are—

yet, so am I, and so are you.

 

(February 19, 2018)

3 Comments

  1. johncoyote says:

    Was my pleasure and you are welcome.

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  2. subtextures says:

    Thanks for your kind words, and for taking the time to read my poetry.

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  3. johncoyote says:

    Wonderful use of words and thoughts. A amazing poem for love.

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