Grow old with me

Grow old  with me 

and one day 

while we rock on our porch 

we will expound 

about the glory days of love. 

You will reminisce on 

my dark hair and freckles

I will weave a tale 

about your wilder side 

and at our knees 

our grandchildren will anchor themselves 

pleading for one more for the road 

you, only too eager to fulfill, will take a sip of mid day coffee 

glasses settling at the brim of your nose 

eyes aglow 

crinkled hands wringing out the last bit of bardic magic 

you will smile and say

"well, it all started with a girl" 

  

Reviews

[terry smith]

...just how it is supposed to be....all the bed -time stories i have ever told were made up...wish i would have wrote them down...could have made a book...nice poem...makes me wish...

[Willard Wells]

A very beautiful and restful piece. Well done. And a beautiful plan.