Smoothly Wrinkled
Captured moments of a love
that never gone sour
through the years.
Her white long gown
still tucked unscathed
inside her aging coffer.
His tux still as black
as their first night
together in union.
Her smile in no way
changed with the tides
still very woman.
Him is just a memory now
for his canoe drove him to shore
earlier than his beloved.
Her body fragile
had taken aback by age
but gracefully.
Her looks constantly cool
with discerning eyes
words uplifting.
Her wisdom never fading
loving unconditionally
always giving.
Her piece of music
still playing in harmony
with the hushing nightfall.
I love my grandmother
I’ll give her heaven
if I can
I’ll hold her hand forever
if possible
see her smoothly wrinkled
by this bivouac called life…
©Marjo Josue
