You Became My Constant

I was not there, the day everything changed.
When was that? When World War II ended?
When Einstein discovered relativity?
When nine-eleven crashed into infamy?

Or when Harry really met Sally?
Or when you simply ate a peach that summer day,
juice deliciously dripping down your tanned wrist.
Somewhere at that moment, I suppose a child was born.

Truth is, everything changes
with every breath we take.
Every pivot, every spin, every loping run,
something new becomes.

Nothing stands still. Except perhaps
sentinel mountains in the Norwegian fjords.
Yet even they are marred by subtle granular shifts
as we gaze up at their rugged rockface surface.

Like when we turned around
and our children became adults.
We noticed when their braces came off that summer,
but we didn’t register the daily shifts.

I don’t understand my image in the mirror.
I know it’s me. But how did it become . . . that?
Wasn’t it just yesterday, I was a brunette
and you introduced yourself to me?

Fifty-seven years later, we walk more slowly,
still hand in hand more often than not.
We’ve passed through so many seasons together,
the path is now longer behind than in front.

And so my love, in this moment
that shall also pass by all too quickly,
I simply must tell you.
I am thankful for every day.
I am thankful for you.

Written to share with dVerse, the virtual pub for poets around the globe.

Saturday, March 18, dVerse will go LIVE with audio and video from 10 to 11 AM EST.

Folks from across the globe will meet face-to-face via Google Meet to read a poem of their choosing, and to visit across the miles.

Click here between 10 and 11 AM Boston time on Saturday, March 18th to join us — you’ll find an easy link that will open in your browser so you can meet everyone. Be sure to click on the SATURDAY link. Come and read a poem of your own OR just watch and listen. We’re a friendly goup and the more the merrier!

Photos: That’s George, the love of my life, and I our freshman year in college – many many years ago. Second photo is of us this past summer.

7 thoughts on “You Became My Constant

  1. SelmaMartin March 17, 2023 / 11:04 pm

    I simply MUST tell — yes! Because life does change every moment.
    And to have found your constant/north, wells yes. Do tell him.
    Lillian, these words are preciousness and I’m happy you shared them with me. Bless you, always.

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  2. elizabethmiller58 March 18, 2023 / 7:33 am

    Beautifully written piece that captures the fleeting nature of time and the importance of cherishing the ones we love.

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  3. Nancy Jahnke March 18, 2023 / 12:38 pm

    Well, Lill, my tears don’t easily come these days, but this post opened the taps.  It’s a love letter to George. To see your beautiful pictures from then and now caused the flow to increase.  So, so heartwarming!

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    • lillian March 18, 2023 / 12:55 pm

      Love of my life—-all those years ago and now❤️

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  4. Joyce Pittman March 18, 2023 / 5:55 pm

    Lill,

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