There they sit.
Every Sunday in the same pew.
They don't move as fast as they once did and he
can't half hear the sermon
but there they sit.
His health is failing
but she's by his side.
She brings him his walker
and repeats the words that slip by; all with a smile.
It's there.
Anyone can see it.
It's in the moment when he reaches over and takes her hand in his.
She smiles quietly
just for the two of them.
They feel it.
They've felt it for fifty years
and they'll feel it tell the day they leave this earth.
But now they sit.
In the same pew every week .
He's nodding off during the sermon.
She just nudges him awake
smiling softly to herself.
They sneak glances at each other
like two teenagers on a first date.
They've been through hell and back together
and they've felt it all the way.
But for now they just sit
holding hands and sneaking glances.
They feel it.
We all see it.
and there they sit.
Monday, December 28, 2009
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I would be glad to help...
-Rycicle
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