He wears the golden emblem
over his wedding ring—
the few the proud the brave—
these hands remember
She washes bouquets of steel
in fragrant suds—
for him for children lost in time—
these hands remember
the years offered
in love when patience
trembled in fear
before hope was for an eternity
remembered
and age was found in the work
of their hands.
sweet tribute to love at any age!
The world worships youth forgetting that age is just as beautiful. Thanks for commenting, Lynn!
Beautiful!
Thanks, jlynn!