Tuesday, January 19, 2010

From this home to the next

However blithely we pledge
when uttering our marriage vows,
to stay together "in sickness and in health,"
we cannot know what age will bring,
what tides will rise,
what hopes will fail...

How fortunate, this growing sense
of joyful resignation,
an acceptance and decision:
grow old with me,
and if the best has... well... already been,
at least we'll be together
as the current guiding us
from this home to the next
begins to gather speed.

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Maureen said...

You really did "carry on" on Tuesday, didn't you?

Donna Henderson said...

Wow. Awesome poem. Thanks. A year ago, that was me, until a tsunami-like event blew it all to pieces.

drw@bainbridge.net said...

Ouch, Donna. I'm sorry. Living at sea level (in more than one sense), I find the idea of a tsunami of any sort devastating. How's the reconstruction going?