He still sees her as seventeen
Unseen are the years that came between
The years that brought the belly fat
The years that made the chest go flat
Her ready smile still makes his eyes gleam.
She still sees him as twenty-four
The way he looked when he entered the door
She’s hardly noticed the head go bald
A bit of a pot belly’s quite normal for all
His sweet kindness is still his core.
Kindness and smiles carry much more weight
When they are present at seventy-eight
She’s had a stroke, has pain when she moves
He not remembering lately, hoping it improves
But they still smile and say, “I love you, Mate.”
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Challenge by Niki
https://therichnessofasimplelife.wordpress.com/2016/05/09/kindness-challenge-week-1-focus-self-kindness/#RevofKindness This is for week 2, observing kindness
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ABOUT ME
Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
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This is some amazing writing 🙂
Thank you very much. I just had to fudge a little to make it very much like marriages I know. I don’t remember you, Joey. I’m going over a little later to see your blog and browse a bit.
Wow! This is a forever kind of love. It must have taken a lot of get there.
My marriage of sixty-three years (almost) set the scene pretty well. But the baldness and pot belly doesn’t fit my husband. Also we do not have the health issues. Actually I have been thinking about two couples I saw at church last week. I observed their kindness to each other in the midst of physical decline. I was touched.
That is s very tender!
Thank you,Calen. I appreciate your comment.
What a creative way to express this! I love it! Thank you for sharing! 🙂
Thanks for the kindness challenge that turned my mind to this. As I stated to someone above, I noticed two couples at church who inspired this thought. They were so careful to each other.
Honored and humbled that I could play any part in the inspiration for this beautiful work. I saw that! What a lovely way to share that! 🙂 ❤
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Wow! What a beautiful poem that celebrates love and kindness!
I always value your comments very much. Thank you.
How sweet. Some unions grow stronger as the years go by and this is an inspiring poem 🙂
My father-in-law was so precious to his wife during her nine years with dementia. He would stand behind her chair with his hand on her shoulder and say, “This is the wife of my youth.” I’ll never forget.
Oh I love this Oneta – so nostalgic and yet so present. A lovely contemplation of how love remains despite the changes xx
Hayley, it is so good to hear from you. I went over to your blog a few days ago to check you out and saw you had left Dear Dad. Maybe this now will take me to your new site. Thanks for your comment on “Still Loving…” Along the years somewhere love becomes love!
Oneta, I have been too long away from my writing – my new site is now how I like it and so no longer private! I do want to post both on Dear Dad and Whole Foods For Life – and endeavour to return to the craft I so love xx
I’ll find you. You will probably have special anniversary Times with Dad. Father’s St is soon..I am to do a speech at the Senior Center with tribute to men in recognition of that day. See you.
Oh wow! And what a wonderful a speech it will be – I’m sure you will do it great justice xx
(the outward changes of appearance that is)
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What a sweet reminder how perfect love can be when it’s from a heart-space & not a head-space. I know it was a challenge which inspired you…but look at how your talents have inspired those who have been blessed by the words you spin together through the love you have seen & known! Hugs!!
Growing old does give opportunities unknown to the young. I’m so thankful for the young who are teachable. So many seem to demand making their own mistakes rather than learning from the experience of others. Thanks for the comment. I appreciate you.
Be Blessedd Oneta. So thankful I bumped into this beautiful piece.
Thank you. You are so welcome to browse around. I will go visit you also. 😀
Oh, yes, I see that I am already a follower. And I love balloons, too. Now I will remember you – the butterfly, beaches, and balloons girl. 😀
You welcome. I will indeed. Its always pleasant to spend time on your blog.
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