we were at school, already

together at sweet sixteen

two virginities freely given,

married teenage parents

in the summer of love,

we watched our four

grow, leaving home for

college, marriage and

children of their own,

we have turned grey,

lined and slow together,

the elders of our tribe with

grandchildren to nurture,

now often on our own

in the quiet warmth

of a setting summer sun,

or the low crackle of a

winter fire, we both sit

silently, holding hands

and secretly ponder

the same unanswerable

question

 

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