Nervous vows,
promises to love,
all those years ago
mumbled in the bluestone church
grew
rapidly . . . and sporadically,
fluently . . . and uneasily,
depending
on the season or mood,
circumstance or storm.
But since time has wandered
its unfathomable path,
the ties are strong,
the love stronger
and the understanding
solid – most times.
The children
came
and then went
on their own time bound journey.
But we,
we are still here,
warm in our history
of gathered affection.
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