Time stood still then, in the beginning,
roses blooming and dragonflies spinning
Embracing each other in spring’s sunny beams–
enchanted moments, youthful dreams.
At the end of that year, I walked the aisle
and married my prince. We found our style,
joyfully living our new life as one,
joined by our daughter and son after son.
Life’s not all roses and fairy tales
There are sleepless nights and diaper pails,
and teaching teenage kids to drive
required much prayer—keep them alive!
As time went by our sons found wives,
our daughter, her man. Their new lives
take most of their time— maybe all–
we are so happy when they call.
Years marched by, yes, fifty and seven.
The story grows older, we’re nearer to Heaven.
Aching back and silver hair thinning,
he’s still my prince, as in the beginning