Standing there weeping
He saw the young girl he’d wed
Many years ago
trusting eyes
full of love
looking shyly
alone in the crowd
of jovial guests
of tenderness
of belonging
of bonding
creating a family
working together
laughing at nonsense
walking in the rain
of touching
of breathing
of creating
of caring
swimming in the sea
strolling on the sand
enjoying the family
now letting you go
Then the oration
Looking over the coffin
And saying goodbye
How swift that moment of creation must seem..having not been married this made me feel how scary it must feel in a way moving from one family into another..but in a good way of course..i like all those essences 'of'...seems like the key
ReplyDeleteGrowing old takes courage. I think women have more of an expectation to be the one left behind, though. It's probably harder for a man, since we expect women to live longer.
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