Forgotten: The Past

 

In a moment, forgotten were
words of yesteryear –
that long ago bitter parting.

 

Silver hair gleamed o’er
the sunlight of his smile
and she rushed into his arms.

 

Ah, sweet surrender
as she felt the strength
of his grasp and warmth.

 

Over seventy, both of them,
yet the youth was there
as they basked in being.

 

He was glowing as he
realized God had healed
his ineptness of manhood.

 

They floated into his place
wrapped in the sun of his
existence and longing.

 

No memory of why they
parted –just aching to be
together and cling.

 

As though the divorce had
never taken place and the
marriage was intact –

 

Afterglow filled the rooms
and they knew it would be
once again the love known.
– Lois Fowler Barrett