She sits,
Watching the old willow branches sway
And the tall grass ripple
Through her dreaming eyes, cloudy blue, but still sharp.
She sees the peeling paint on the
Porch railing,
And remembers the day
He painted that wood.
She could still hear
The clicks
And pops of
The old record player,
Spinning and singing with the
Voices of Frank
And Ella and
Edith and Louis.
And she watched him
From inside as
She washed the dishes.
And she smiled because
He didn’t know she could see him
Dance like a fool,
His trousers splattered with white
She couldn’t resist,
And she found herself
Dancing out the door and slipping
Into his arms.
He may have looked like a fool
Before but he was light on his
Feet, and in fact,
He had won her heart on
The dance floor.
So many days
They spent
Laying in that tall grass,
Watching the sun
Sail overhead through
The leafy tendrils of the willow
They sipped sweet tea.
They talked about everything
And nothing.
They dreamed
And then they made it all
Come true.
And now as she watches her whole life,
She thinks of all
Those who find regret
And unhappiness
In everything they've done.
And she smiles because
She sees none of that
But only sweetness,
Even in the
Hardships,
Because he was always
Her honey,
And she was his sweet pea.
And no matter what,
They could always
Sit and watch the sun melt away
Behind the pines
At the end of each day,
Hand in hand.
They would
Clink their glasses and toast to
Endless bliss
And
Sweet tea.
