Friday, September 13, 2013

"Golden" a poem


Golden

Soft fuchsia
gently kisses morning-tide
as I stretch, touch my foot to yours

watch periwinkle
seep into day's first blush
as I turn, kiss your cheek -

recall sitting, holding hands
beneath yesterdays
amber sky -

blessings bestowed,
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)

12 comments:

TexWisGirl said...

so romantic! :)

Mama Zen said...

How beautiful!

Myrna R. said...

The photo is beautiful. Congrats on your anniversary.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Beautiful, Margaret! So wonderful to hear about happy love stories........congrats on your anniversary too!

Margaret said...

NO! Not my anniversary - we are only 23 years - almost half way to our "Golden".

Mary said...

Margaret, this is such a touching poem! I always love it when I see older couples holding hands or sitting close on a park bench or something. Long lasting love is such a treasure. Your words beautifully capture the treasure it is!

Brian Miller said...

smiles...its cool to look ahead like that and see your love still going strong when you get there...it is a lovely poem and pic margaret...

rallentanda said...

I find those sort of relationships very inspiring.Makes life worth living.

Ruth said...

Beautiful. I see more and more elderly couples holding hands on the street - adorable...

Sumana Roy said...


a real celebration of love......very nicely captured.....

Ginnie said...

What a delightful, sweet story, Margartet!

Nataša Dolenc said...

"all because you smiled at me
half a century ago." - such a lovely notion.