Choices

I turned eighty this year, something of a surprise. But I bring good news for those heading in that direction: It's every bit as much fun falling in love at eighty as it was at seventeen.

                        Choices

Morning is when I love you most, I think…
When my eyes first open and thoughts of you bring warmth.
I pull you close…to savor the bed-warm caress of skin-on-skin.
What could improve on that?

But at noon there’s laughter in your eyes that pleases, as we share repast.
Stolen kisses, and hands in glancing touch punctuate conversation.
The taste of mustard and kisses intermingle.
Could I improve on that? 

Afternoon walks with a hand on my arm, your voice caressing.
Incidental affection, shared, brightens the day.
Unexpected adventures, and familiar sights.
Could anything improve on that?

Evening and conversation, storytelling, and kisses.
Precious time, sharing comfort and cuddling.
A day closes. Memory records. Bedtime beckons.
Who could improve on that?

Who would want to?

Reviews

[Eve]

When I read this poem, I felt like I was looking through a couple's life together in flashes. The last sentence, "Who would want to?" ties it together, like the man is looking at his wife for the last time after spending his whole life together and smiling. It paints a beautiful scene. Well done.

[Taino]

Beautiful, to say the least! Emotions, passion, yearning, content, all molded together. Love so strong, so powerful. Incredible, thank you! Please keep writing and creating.

[Madhuri Abhay jain]

Aweeee❤️ You have portrayed it so nicely :) jus enjoyed reading it !

[R.E. Ray]

Nice work, Jay! For anyone who's experienced that joy, it brings back a rush of memories. For those who haven't, it's a nice glimpse into what's possible.

[Relic]

This is reassuring to know. So many in their eighties are sick and unable to even walk. You're a tiger Jay. haha

[Shy Joe]

Enjoyed it. Sometimes I wounder about the benefits of a relationship. Is it worth the work? Well, when someone can slow down time with a smile, is that not the most precious benefit of all? Your poem reminded me of that.

The halt of time with the beat of a heart....

Really enjoyed the way you wrote this. Thanks for sharing.