[Editor’s Note: It has been long months since the scholarly mistress of poetry has graced our pages with her soothing rhythms, often underpinned by flying sparks of humor. You may contact Dr. Hoult at HOULTight@aol.com for information about her book “Body Parts, A Collection of Poems About Aging.” Now sit back and sup from a gleaming cup of couplets, a tailored romantic fit for the day after Valentine’s.]
We went to a concert he said he wished to see
I had gotten tickets for him and for me.
As the music played, I’d often look at him,
When something sweet was playing, just on a whim.
I saw him wiping tears away as if he was so sad
I thought he might be thinking of other loves he’d had
When the concert finished, I asked him why he cried
I said what I was thinking? I didn’t stand on pride.
He told me that the tears were because his stomach hurt
Something he had eaten had really done him dirt.
He said he wasn’t thinking of any former flame
But that his rotten stomach ache should really take the blame.
He told me that he loved me and has these 20 years
He said that after all this time, I should have no fears.
We only have each other as through time we both grow old
With coming storms to weather, each other we can hold
So we’ll hear and face the music as caring man and wife
And hope for lovely melodies for the rest of our lives.
