When we held on tightly to each other

like frightened children

sharing the same bad dream,

you gave me flowers and smiles

I gave you poems and problems

When we stood strong for each other

against the world,

even against our mothers,

you knew we’d never grow apart

I knew you’d never break my heart

When we promised to love each other

through wrinkles and

and silver hair..

When we spoke of forever

as something we’d face together…

When we cherished all that we had

instead of cursing all that we lacked,

you didn’t know that I’d grow up one day,

and I didn’t know that you wouldn’t

(with love to my ex-husband Michael Hendrix)

R.I.P. dear Michael. You loved me with your last breath, and I love you still.

copyright 2009 rhonda lee richoux

Published by Rhonda Lee Richoux

I am retired from the public school system. I create magic wands and spells, write mediocre poetry and the occasional freelance magazine article; research local history and family genealogy; I’m an activist and keep in touch with friends, family and archenemies on Facebook, Twitter, What’s App and Word Press. I'm a Fiipina-Cajun troublemaker and trickster. I'm feeling as invincible as Keith Richards these days. Fuck is my favorite word.

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