Marriage for Esme began as a wide open room <br />with windows that let in the sunshine <br />and curtains so light and airy <br />they floated on the breeze. <br /> <br />Her husband's blue eyes would sparkle <br />with just a hint of mischief <br />and fun that they intrigued her, <br />made him special. <br /> <br />Then in the second year on her birthday <br />it seemed the room had grown dusty, <br />the curtains seemed dull, <br />the windows small. <br /> <br />And in the third year, without a doubt <br />the sun had gone down on her <br />and the room held a chill <br />like her aching heart. <br /> <br />By the fifth year, she'd aged, <br />her eyes had shadows, her skin had paled <br />and the room seemed small <br />with no windows at all. <br /> <br />She had shriveled, was withdrawn, <br />she'd sit in the corner of the room humming, <br />rocking back and forth, back and forth, <br />back and forth........<br /><br />Ruth Walters<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/marriage-85/
