Together

~

we were at school, 

and already together 

as sweet sixteeners

two virginities given,

freely, becoming married 

teenage parents in the 

fabled summer of love,

we watched all four 

children grow, leave 

home for college, marry 

and produce children 

of their own,

now we have turned grey,

with lined faces and have 

slowed together, proud 

elders of our own tribe with 

grandchildren to nurture,

but in the quiet warmth

of a summer sunset, 

or the low crackle of a

winter fireplace, we both 

now sit silently, hold hands

and ponder the same 

unanswerable question

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© GRS 9/24