Today, my husband becomes and octogenarian. I will catch up with him in June. We’ve known each other since we were thirteen and he has been my best friend through all those years. I wrote this poem a few years ago and a lot has happened in that time, but I know that God is the head of our family and with Him, we’ve weathered many a storm. Many more Happy Birthdays, Paul. I will love you through eternity.
We join our hands together,
Hands that have grown wrinkled and leathered with time,
Still the touch of your skin against mine delights and excites,
The broken, withered digits, which over time have grown weary,
The tightness of your grip,
Give comfort and support.
Walk with me, my love.
Our days are growing shorter.
Our nights seem to last forever,
As sleep becomes a fortress of sorts,
Walk with me upon this mortal coil,
While we still have life within us,
Our paths will meet again, my love,
When heaven opens wide its gates,
Where we shall walk eternally together,
With new bodies,
Newness that will never age.