Our HeartsA Poem by John M. WillsA poem describing how I met my wife of 43 years. Our Hearts A
cute little blond girl down the street, caught
my eye and imagination. I desperately
tried to grab your attention, clumsily
and doggedly inviting you to play in
childish sport and 6th grade pickup games. You
saw right through me and looked away, yet
your smile and attitude held me tight. Rebuffed
and rebuked at every attempt. Ignored
and chided I endured for years, and
graduated to writing notes to show you I cared. Then
one day you stopped to talk. Shocked
and elated, What a glorious day! So
much in common but not yet a match, dissimilar
families, roadblocks to circumvent. Still,
feelings of the heart diminished the worries. Finally,
a cold day in November warmed
when our two souls made promises before Him. Some
bitter feelings remained, but
rings entwined to prove the strength of two. Husband
and wife forever together. Three
little babies affirmed our bond, each
one a treasure and gift from above. Growing
like flowers among many weeds, their
harvest was bountiful. Grandchildren
fell like stars from the heavens. Weeks
spent apart, many filled with danger, death
so near made each moment precious. Decades
passed as did grudges. Words
unneeded as eyes spoke clearly. Your
heart was mine and mine was yours. Forty-five
years seems so long, yet
each day together seems too short. Strong
when together, even stronger apart. In
my wildest dreams, I would never have thought that
cute little blond girl would own my heart. © 2013 John M. WillsReviews
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