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His face is so soft in the picture
Gazing at his one-year-old son
His features unlined at the wedding
The bride hung in white on his arm

He took me to lunch at age 85
Fed me story-scraps from the War
We sat in a park where English swans glide
Made peaceful by all that we saw

There were years when the fruit was so good
And decades when I rode the airlines
Days of the week, we forgot how to speak
Weekends we shared the fine wines

I had never known just how he loved me
Or just why I was large in his eyes
‘Till we sat there alone in the sunshine
Coming home to each other’s lives.

I've read this several times and the more I read it the more I love it.

I love the line 'There were years when the fruit was so good'...I hope we can all remember years like that.

and the last line 'Coming home to each other’s lives'. What a lovely end to a wonderful journey!

Thank you for this one!

Karren B
xx

My G~d, I loved this from the beginning... and cried when I read it.
What a tender tribute to a love that endured the decades and still held its freshness despite all that happened in between.
Beautiful phrasing, beautiful images, heartmelting concept.
How many would love to have such a story to share.

[And Karren... I LOVE you new avatar. So delicate, beautiful, and fitting. And I agree on the lines that you've chosen; yet, still, I love them all.]