The curtains in my living room <br />lift and fall <br />gracefully <br />as I pull their strings each day; <br />marking the rise and fall of each <br />season <br />and each day in between- <br />punctuation <br />for the life between you and me. <br /> <br />Like my skirts <br />they lifted first <br />and fell <br />on our wedding bed <br />on our wedding night- <br />and now gracefully on special nights; <br /> <br />They rose to the realities <br />of married life- <br />fell during our dark times- <br />and ring during the good times <br />with loving making <br />and bedroom laughter. <br /> <br />I cannot <br />each time I draw <br />the strings <br />but marvel <br />at morning light; <br />folding away yet <br />another night <br />with you. <br />. <br />My curtains offer me regularity <br />which is comforting to me. <br /> <br />I dust them- <br />not often enough <br />worn with the years; <br /> <br />uplift them <br />for the view of the garden <br />and you coming home <br />over the back fence. <br /> <br /> <br />I draw them each time <br />anticipating <br />magically <br />in doing <br />so <br />you, too, <br />are drawn <br />home <br />to my bosom <br />each day. <br /> <br />Watch <br />as I draw <br />this string. <br /> <br />You'll see: <br />He'll be there <br /> <br />coming over <br />the back fence; <br />home to me.<br /><br />Lonnie Hicks<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/draw-string/
