Our Love

Should I compare our love to this full moon?
No way! Each month its light takes off alone.
A rose? The petals swoon and fray too soon.
Our aging love is like an old, gray stone.
We share this ever-present weight, too great
To move, too there to notice much, unless
You stumble into it. Your toe’s poor fate
Reminds you to regard what you possess.
The endless sometime flow of rain and tears,
Unfinished kids, dishes, bills, day and night,
The moments snatched from sleep for all these years,
Has rubbed our stone until it’s smooth and right.
Who cares that others don’t discern its shine.
This old, gray stone is only yours and mine.


So many songs, stories, and poems are about the excitement and/or despair of early love. What about lasting love? Does anyone have a favorite text about love that stands the test of time?


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© Elizabeth Steinglass, 2013, all rights reserved

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I live in Washington, DC with my husband, my three kids, a cat, a guinea pig, and a bearded dragon. I have published poetry in Babybug, Ladybug, and High Five magazines, as well as Frogpond, The Journal of the Haiku Society of America. I am a member of the Poets' Garage and of the Society of Children's Book Writers and Illustrators.

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