It's difficult to conjure up the memories
of how
exactly
I felt on that day
of which way my stomach
flipped
or how quickly my heart
pounded
But now
I do remember
that I woke calmly
and watched the early sun angle its way
through the glass
and
I realized that
I would no longer have to wake
alone
and
to that
I smiled
When I woke this morning
you were already up
quietly making coffee
or
walking the dog
or
reading in the big blue chair
Moving through the house
like whispered love
curling around corners
and
hanging full in the air
I know
now
that I had no idea
back then
what making love
over a lifetime
would mean
One always hopes
for promises kept
and
memories made
yes
But this
every
day
making
love
It is art
paint on canvas
wet clay on spinning wheels
fiber twisted and mounted
notes strung on staves
steps counted and flung
art
Before you
before us
I didn't know
I was an artist
not really
But this morning
when the day dawned
and
you were still there
something opened wide
Making love
over a lifetime
will do that to you
