My marriage hit a rocky place, thought it was over. We have now been married 33 years but this poem reminds me that nothing lasts forever and that relationships must be nurtured.
storms rage as we slip to the floors,
hinges rattle and cupboards open,
the walls shake and the roof bows,
and our fear sends screams of terror into the night,
as our lips tremble and our hearts beat wildly,
we realise that our love is as the battered ship.
torn apart and sinking to the floor of the seas.
there is nothing to do but jump to safety.
searching for the one that will save us.
and we reach towards each other, praying not to touch,
yet fearing the aloneness, knowing we are
poison for each others souls.
and parting, knowing now we can grow, and survive.
i will miss you.
I met Jerome on a busy city street in Baltimore, Maryland, when he was forty-five years old. On that particular day, I was out and about, enjoying a much-needed day off from work.
I wanted to purchase a sukiyaki sub. I parked my car in an area of
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