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)
so romantic! :)
ReplyDeleteHow beautiful!
ReplyDeleteThe photo is beautiful. Congrats on your anniversary.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, Margaret! So wonderful to hear about happy love stories........congrats on your anniversary too!
ReplyDeleteNO! Not my anniversary - we are only 23 years - almost half way to our "Golden".
ReplyDeleteMargaret, 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!
ReplyDeletesmiles...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...
ReplyDeleteI find those sort of relationships very inspiring.Makes life worth living.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful. I see more and more elderly couples holding hands on the street - adorable...
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ReplyDeletea real celebration of love......very nicely captured.....
What a delightful, sweet story, Margartet!
ReplyDelete"all because you smiled at me
ReplyDeletehalf a century ago." - such a lovely notion.