Posted by: carolyn / through a widow's eyes | March 3, 2012

Hotel Lobby, 11 am

Ensconced on soft green

Leather couch,

Waiting for the shuttle,

Idly people-watching.

I am moved,

Oddly, deeply,

By the gentle touch

Of a husband’s hand

On the small of his wife’s back

As he escorts her onto the elevator.

I am sure

Neither of them now recalls the moment,

The casual instinctive touch

Of a long-married couple.

Yet hours later,

It’s all I can see –

His extended fingers

Barely grazing

The back of her white shirt.

 

 

 

 

 

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  1. ❤ ❤ ❤

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  2. Such a simple thing that we probably took for granted at the time, but something that made my eyes hot when reading this. Oh the little things we miss so much !!

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  3. I’m so very glad a I stumbled across your words today. You seem to see the world the way it needs to be seen sometimes.

    Again, this is just lovely.

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  4. This is beautiful, it makes me reach out to my husband for an impromptu hug. We both are dealing with cancer, his is more likely to take him first.

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