On Falling in Love at Fifty

It may not always be so, but today

He stands on my doorstep, flowers in hand, wearing a smile that radiates light.
I forget that he’s an hour late.

It may not always be so, but today

He laughs at my jokes, sighs and holds me tight when I tell a sad tale.
I begin to trust.

It may not always be so, but today

He says I make the most delicious roast chicken and gravy he’s ever tasted.
I offer him seconds.

It may not always be so, but today

He writes poetry…for me.
I begin to surrender.

It may not always be so, but today

He gives me the gift of a book about adventure and love and sailing, and we take turns reading aloud to one another.
Bliss.

It may not always be so, but today

He assures me I’m much more interesting than women half my age.
Hmmm….I’ve become interesting.

It may not always be so, but today

He tells me my writing must be shared with the world.
I feel a little dizzy.

It may not always be so, but today

He whispers his desire for me.
I hear him clearly, even though his lips are pressed against my bad ear.
When will I tell him I have a bad ear?

It may not always be so, but today

He thanks God for our good fortune and asks for blessings as we begin this journey.
I whisper ‘Amen’.

It may not always be so, but today

He tells me I am the one.

It may not always be so, but today

I am.