I see her hands now gnarled and bent, trembling, clumsy <br />Aged with spots that tell the years <br />I see her eyes now faded and inward looking, gentle still but dim with time <br />I see her legs, now veined, weary, somewhat lumpy should the truth be told <br />I see her lips, now creased with age and thin not plump <br />I remember the way they were when first we kissed <br />And yet, in spite of all the years now gone, I see her still as she once was <br />Vibrant, laughing, hands a symphony of movement as she spoke <br />Her dancing legs a celebration of the joy of life she felt <br />And those sweet lips that spoke of love and kissed our slumbering infants <br />O love of mine what wreckage all our years has rent <br />I wouldn’t change a scrap of it - our trials and tears <br />Our loving to the end and always sharing <br />I see not what is now but then <br />I love you still, e’en more, my life, my love, my wife<br /><br />Janet Patrikios<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-wife-15/
