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
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