Sharing some Marriage Memories:
I stare at the man across from me,
His balding crown and skiffs of gray hair
Growing less numerous on his head than in his ears
How he’s changed outwardly.
The trim young man I met 4 decades ago
Has somehow exchanged his shoulder’s breadth
For a bulge around the once trim waist.
His tired gray-blue eyes
Intent upon his cell phone
Have seen a myriad of challenges.
Our beginning battles over nothing much
Seem foolish in the extreme.
The troubles God allowed to bring us together
Closing ranks encircled around our little family
Back to back, armed against various enemies.
The kids we longed for in our late twenties
Finally arrived six years apart
Babyhood fascinated and delighted us,
While terrible two’s & three’s dragged on in slow motion,
But then those welcome school years zipped by.
Who is this adult human being
Who’s taken the place of my son and daughter?
A gleam of understanding as they take on life fully,
“Mom, was I like this as a child?”
Grandchildren are the greatest revenge.
No longer looking for independence
But trying to do things better for themselves.
And so it’s the two of us again
Listening to the same stories,
Recalling similar memories,
Starting a sentence you don’t have to end.
At last, we’ve found peace with one another.
Dianna
Sharing the Fruit of Maturity
