gently kisses morning-tide
as I stretch, touch my foot to yours
seep into day's first blush
as I turn, kiss your cheek -
recall sitting, holding hands
amber sky -
all because you smiled at me
half a century ago.
by Margaret Bednar, September 13, 2013
The image was taken by a high school friend of mine (isn't it gorgeous). I wrote this poem in response to an elderly couple I saw walking in the park last year. We started up a conversation and they told me they were celebrating 50 years - and he winked and said "She's still holding my hand!" They were adorable.
I will be linking this poem up with Poets United - Poetry Pantry #166 (I will link up on Sunday, Sept 15th)