the covenant let me be
your protector
and guide you
through life. take
my hand,
he proudly said.
let me guide you
to the chair, and
steady your legs. take
my hand,
she gently whispered.
Poem © 2010 by R. Burnett Baker
Photo © 2009 by Ronald E. Baker
Photo taken by Ronald E. Baker, March 15, 2009
That was very nice
ReplyDeleteI like the way the title bore some weight
...and the subtle change of narrator
and time
Thank you for your nice comment on my blog
Beautiful. There's something so timeless and universal about growing old with someone. (not that I would know, of course, since I am ever-so-young) hee
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