A couple, slightly stooped,
is slowly shuffling along
the stone paved park path.
Hand-in-hand, eyes to the
ground, lest they trip.
They have held each others hand,
from the day they first met,
teen years, children, loss,
grandchildren, old age.
There is no loneliness
in their faces, only joy.
A life together, holding hands,
A firm but gentle grasp,
To help when one stumbles.
It has been so through
the springs, summers, autumns,
and now, the chill of winter.
A constant knowledge that there
is that one hold in life,
that will never let go, never tire.
Love is the one single force
that is not taken, only given.
Theirs never forsaken, constant
as the pace of time, always there.
Together, they have become one,
solid as granite beneath their feet,
more enduring than the stars,
theirs a promise kept forever.
They move into the twilight
of evening, hand-in-hand, and then,
the night closes in around them
silently, together, they are gone.
Copyright: 2009, Donald Harbour