I remember, as a child, <br />She would stir our lemonade; <br />He would sit and tell us jokes, <br />Then hide our easter eggs. <br /> <br />I recall from early years, <br />They would laugh and smile and kiss; <br />He would hold her hand in step, <br />Then tickle us to tears. <br /> <br />And further on, in summer's wake, <br />She'd sprinkler us 'till dusk, <br />He would flex and say he's strong, <br />Then chase us 'round in fuss. <br /> <br />But I haven't seen her lemonade, <br />Nor heard his laughter lately; <br />Hands in pockets, painful tears, <br />They've given up, they've locked it. <br /> <br />Stupid, stupid world! I hate <br />Your wisdom, your unfaithfulness! <br />Why must they butcher, separate? <br />I wish he'd hold her, I wish she'd stay. <br /> <br />O Lord, my God, somehow, someway, <br />Heal hearts, mend roughs, scour doubts, <br />Show love. <br /> <br />I can seem them in my head, <br />A gray, old couple, flirting! <br />I'll stop by, they'll whisper softly, <br />The pain was worth it, surely.<br /><br />Jonzo Bandwagoner<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-her-and-him/
