She was dainty.
Frail
Like the pearls that hung so gently around her neck.
He was rugged.
Steadfast
Like the faithful pipe that he smoked every evening.
She would never tell of the years of abuse.
Of all the nights that he came out of the mines with a chip on his shoulder.
Never physically touched out of anger,
Instead the spoken words left scars that you could still see
Across her wrinkled skin.
But she stands by his side
Til death do they part.
He loves her
Just like his daddy loved his mama.
Hard as nails he stands
By his lovely bride of sixty years,
Still as beautiful as she was the day they wed,
Dependent
His alone
The pearls lost the fog of pipe tobacco smoke.
Frail
Like the pearls that hung so gently around her neck.
He was rugged.
Steadfast
Like the faithful pipe that he smoked every evening.
She would never tell of the years of abuse.
Of all the nights that he came out of the mines with a chip on his shoulder.
Never physically touched out of anger,
Instead the spoken words left scars that you could still see
Across her wrinkled skin.
But she stands by his side
Til death do they part.
He loves her
Just like his daddy loved his mama.
Hard as nails he stands
By his lovely bride of sixty years,
Still as beautiful as she was the day they wed,
Dependent
His alone
The pearls lost the fog of pipe tobacco smoke.