Whenever I see an old couple,

I pause.

I imagine all they have experienced jobs,

maybe children, worries, vacations, homes,

disappointments, tragedies, joys.

I see their entwined fingers.

I see them walking in perfect cadence,

comfortable in being quiet.

I see in them the gentle joy

that a lifetime of loving can give.

And I look forward to

the privilege of growing old

and holding hands with you.

~ LeeAnn Ahern ~