Doctor Grandma

I like to remember

the early days,

of riding around

with you in your car,

My body draped over yours

as you drive,

You talk of freedom

and change to come,

We plan our lives

and fall in love,

have no idea what lies head.

— The time I sneak into

your dorm room,

You cook us soup,

I stay the night,

We leave in early morning,

— Our wedding vows we write ourselves,

Gibran intermingled with happiness,

Yellow daisy stuck in your lapel,

and flowers in my hair,

The early days

When love began

Cement our hearts with memory,

Your hair long, flying in the wind,

No children, just the two of us,

We walk with friends, we plan, we dream our future

Which now becomes

our past.

cfblack                  04-10-2014

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