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Monday, February 13, 2017

Valentine's Day Poem: When Our Hair Turns Long and Gray

Today's poem is an original work by a lady I know best from her years as a public radio announcer. Her words speak to that mature love that comes with time and the peaceful acceptance of oneself and one's mate, and the comfort of knowing each other well.

It reminded me of this couple we met in England this past summer at the standing stones in Avebury. They were so comfortable together, he deep in thought, she writing in her journal. We shared tea later on, and they told us about their life's travels, and the concerts, parks and museums they liked to visit. They might have been elderly, but they were certainly not old, or bored with each other's company.


When our long hair turns gray
Yours in a ponytail
Mine in a manner not suited to a woman my age

We’ll still hold hands
And go walking
Attend concerts and plays
When our long hair turns gray

Mona Ann Seghatoleslami

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2 comments:

  1. Sweet post. My husband and I still hold hands, enjoy each other's company and have so much to say to each other. But I will not have grey hair.

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  2. So sweet! I have always loved to hold hands with my Sweetie.
    The long mostly gray pony tail is mins :)

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