music:  love story


after all these years
her hands were still beautiful
working in her garden
washing dishes
picking up after the children…and him

her hands felt as they did
so many years ago

he laid his hand on the weathered picnic table
and felt hers on top,
touching with the same tenderness he remembered
that first night

his heart raced as it always did
when she touched him
and her whispered words in his ear
reminded him of why he had asked her to marry him

so many years had passed
and they sat at the grey-brown picnic table
as they had done so many times before
in awe of hands

their ability to connect, to join
their capacity to support, to pull, to push
and as her hand lifted from his
he knew they would now walk away
joining hand-in hand

and…no words were needed