When we were young I held your hand and walked upon the beach.
We chased the birds that wanted food that wasn't quite in reach.
Behind the beach huts, in the shade you kissed and I kissed you.
I knew my mother would be shocked, that I knew what to do.
Before you went away to fight, you had to be a man
And helping you to gain that state had always been my plan.
I look at you your hair is white, your eyes can barely see
But what I see upon your chair's the only man for me.
So late that night we slipped away to find a quiet spot
Where all the girls and soldier boys lay down to take a shot.
That golden summer was the end of holidays for years.
That night we lay beneath the pier without the time for fears.
You took away my maiden state, because I asked you too
And since we'd met I knew that I would give that job to you.
I look at you, your hair is white but you still understand
And late last night, as you did then, you lent a helping hand.
We had to wed before our son was old enough to show
But, from the grin upon each face, I knew they had to know.
Then George was born before your leave, and Jane was on the way,
The fighting kept you far from home so I'd no chance to play.
The war was done and you came home, I barely let you speak.
I'm pretty sure we stayed in bed for most of that first week.
I look at you your hair is white, but then dear, so is mine
We cannot last a whole week now, but what we do is fine.
Another son was on the way, remember VJ day?
We spent all day in loving arms and finding ways to play.
The fifties and the sixties came and sex was free for all
But you had known that all along you had your girl on call.
We never ceased to love at night, and in the morning too,
So twice a day for sixty years I've known the best of you.
I look at you your hair is white, but still it hides your head
You look at me, and I can see, you want to go to bed!!!
We chased the birds that wanted food that wasn't quite in reach.
Behind the beach huts, in the shade you kissed and I kissed you.
I knew my mother would be shocked, that I knew what to do.
Before you went away to fight, you had to be a man
And helping you to gain that state had always been my plan.
I look at you your hair is white, your eyes can barely see
But what I see upon your chair's the only man for me.
So late that night we slipped away to find a quiet spot
Where all the girls and soldier boys lay down to take a shot.
That golden summer was the end of holidays for years.
That night we lay beneath the pier without the time for fears.
You took away my maiden state, because I asked you too
And since we'd met I knew that I would give that job to you.
I look at you, your hair is white but you still understand
And late last night, as you did then, you lent a helping hand.
We had to wed before our son was old enough to show
But, from the grin upon each face, I knew they had to know.
Then George was born before your leave, and Jane was on the way,
The fighting kept you far from home so I'd no chance to play.
The war was done and you came home, I barely let you speak.
I'm pretty sure we stayed in bed for most of that first week.
I look at you your hair is white, but then dear, so is mine
We cannot last a whole week now, but what we do is fine.
Another son was on the way, remember VJ day?
We spent all day in loving arms and finding ways to play.
The fifties and the sixties came and sex was free for all
But you had known that all along you had your girl on call.
We never ceased to love at night, and in the morning too,
So twice a day for sixty years I've known the best of you.
I look at you your hair is white, but still it hides your head
You look at me, and I can see, you want to go to bed!!!
Author notes
Now who doesn't want a marriage like that?
I'm not an old woman with a 60 year sex filled marriage, but if there is such a woman, I bet she's happy!
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Comments
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This is the cutest thing! I love it.
Thank you for your entry. ♥
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You go girl!!!
That's what I call a marriage!

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i really really liked this. its uplifting and hopeful. from the sound of it i thought you were writing about yourself because it was so vivid....great work on this!
I look at you, your hair is white but you still understand
And late last night, as you did then, you lent a helping hand.
I liked the repetition also. it works here.

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Er no, I don't qualify on a number of grounds

Anyone who has a marriage this good would be unlikely to spend their time on a poetry site
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oh this was really lovely! something that can be really enjoyed again! I loved the imagery and flow.. the rhythm was nice.. thanks much for sharing!!
Angel
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This is beautiful and tells a story that is a real pleasure to read. I read your comment to Amera, and your heroine is one helluva gal, mind you, so is her husband!
All the best with this one in the contest...
Sue


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I have often thought that you write like an old woman, so this doesn't surprise me at all. Have some bunnies.


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i do not read read adult poems, sorry.
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Well done with wonderful rhyme and flow. I enjoyed the story and the feeling of happiness. If you're not a 60 year old woman; how do you know these feelings?
Love,
Amera♥

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The marriage is over sixty years old, my heroine has to be well over 80

That's a whole lotta luvin!
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I think this is awesome. Good imagination, written from right perspective.
Earns 3 applause beings.
Buddy

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