Shared Strength

A moment ago we were young, but not without a care. We cared about a lot—too much, too many random things. Things so far out of control, complex, trivial things. We should have danced in rain, kissed in the meadow. Instead of worrying so much about the changing world. They were all against us, a million reasons why. The pull of shifting society had its grip on us. But your eyes, your magic eyes, reflected a new me— the one I always sought to be, made true in you. Oh, what I would give again to hold you young once more, to whisper in your ear what I know: all we will be as one. And in your loving gaze, those eyes would tell me the same. For they have always known the words unspoken, of a love too precious ever to be spoiled in word. A journey of love becoming in time’s carving flow. Now, a little older, I see you— a beauty only I can see: the person, mother, friend, lover, my heart’s kind keeper. We cared too much, I’m afraid, about far too little. Bu...

The man I once was cast in still frame. Young, strong, virile and untamed.  Waking each morning in fluid motion. To stirs of child play and commotion.  The daily needs weigh a heavy burden. As I grab my keys and quickly jettison. To race again for the promise of new day. A day free to choose to sit and stay. A day to wait a little longer in Brilliance. Of the growth, learning and resilience. To see her, beauty in moments only I see. Like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle before me. Sweatpants, tangled hair a perfect glimpse. A woman unconstrained by vanity's crimps. Showered and shaved a quick kiss goodbye.  She sees my day as freedom and so do I. To be among adults, learning and becoming. A daily effort to evolve into something. A future me that begins as just for them. But slowly becomes a personal diadem. Where I belong and who I am shift away. From the man who wished to longer stay. To the man who must needs to quickly go. As days drift by and the street trees grow. Her tangl...