I couldn't see you, when we first met.
Because the light wasn't on your face yet.
I was on stage, trying out for the show,
You were watching from the "audience" below.
You were in the troupe, you knew the drill
But that laugh at my antics gave me the thrill
I needed to continue, to be silly, to be seen,
To perform on cue, but not be routine.
It got me in.
But then I fainted at the end of the tryout.
Did Fate really need to push, to help a gal out?
I'm not the fainting type, I didn't need the help
But there you were, and you asked me to dinner. Welp...
We talked through the night, were surprised by the sun,
Each topic felt new before the old one was done.
You told me your secrets, I told you mine,
I'd never seen eyes with that green-and-gold shine.
This can't be happening.
I had a plan! A goal! Four years to a degree
To get out of my culture's confines, to be free
Of the constraints of a female in a male-controlled family
To use brains and cleverness to change society.
The choice to wear pants instead of dresses -
I wanted a bee-ess, not an em-arr-esses!
Four years to cram all the smarts and knowledge
And get the most I could for a girl in college!
Life plays dirty sometimes.
It's been thirty-two years since that meeting, and how
Our life has changed, to look at it now
The twists and the turns since we got degrees
You went to grad school, I shattered my knee
So much for that career I planned in biology
I sidestepped to geology, then into jewelry.
We've traveled together, fun places we've roamed,
To turn right around to the place we call home
The very town I thought I finally fled
Is now where we live, the house of my grandad.
Go figure, hunh?
And you're still with me, still right by my side
Through all these adventures, it's been quite a ride
Experiences had, and the stories we tell
To our friends and our families though it's just as well
We might not share all the hairier plots
Maybe I'll write them, instead - I've got lots
Of time to tell of our love's ocean,
A simple poem, but very deep emotion.
About the Creator
Meredith Harmon
Mix equal parts anthropologist, biologist, geologist, and artisan, stir and heat in the heart of Pennsylvania Dutch country, sprinkle with a heaping pile of odd life experiences. Half-baked.
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