the 42nd year

He still holds her hand during prayer.
She still makes him pancakes every Sunday.
They don’t argue anymore.

A once colorful drama
now plays out in black and white.

He paints while she shops.
She sews while he naps,
wakes him gently at five o’clock.
It’s time for dinner and the nightly news.

 

Copyright © 2013 by Christopher Chaffin – All rights reserved

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About cjchaffin

Wordsmithing is my passion. I eat, sleep, and breathe words and phrases, only to regurgitate them and pray that they are better off than when I first ingested them.
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