A picture of you and me
First just a memory
Happy faces
Young and free
Then it hits me
Who is she?
Lost, far away
Who is he?
What happened to them?
War
Pain
Deception
Will they return again?
Life took over
Years went by
Job. Wedding. Baby.
All the way it was supposed to be
We climbed the mountain
Wide, steep and tall
We didn’t stumble
We didn’t fall
From the top
It becomes clear
He and She?
They’re still here
Ten years older
Ten years wiser
A mother
And a father
Laughs will come
We will cry
Laughs will go
Tears will dry
On top of that mountain
I can see
It will always be
You and Me.
I came across this picture of the hubs and me (circa 2003) the other day as I was packing. I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I felt drawn to the keyboard today. I have never ever written a poem in my life, until today. I feek great relief now that these thoughts are down on paper, like I can start looking forward instead of back.
