Thursday, September 6, 2012

Phases of Love

   I wrote this poem after taking a class on Human Growth and Development.  It was interesting to read in the textbook about so many stages in life that I'd already lived through, to see the stage my parents were in, and to look ahead at the stages in my future.

The obvious time to post this poem would be Valentine's Day, but I chose now because my two sisters and I all have wedding anniversaries in September.  Happy September anniversaries everyone!  

This artwork was done by Carolyn when she was in grade school.  I loved it so much I framed it and hand it every February when I decorate for Valentine's Day.
 Phases of Love      By Janet Sobczyk, 2011ⓒ

Two people fell in love.
He loved her laugh, her beauty,
and skills with cooking.
She loved his eyes, his calmness,
and sense of humor.

They talked about marriage,
about their dreams, and children.
They shopped for two rings,
made announcements, set a date;
plans fell into place.

The big day soon arrived.
He was happy, she just glowed.
She walked down the aisle,
wowed the big crowd, they said vows,
then he kissed the bride.

Their honeymoon was grand.
They flew away, for a week,
to walk on the beach,
hold hands and kiss, and relax,
loving every night.

Next they bought a house,
did some painting, laid carpet.
They filled it with stuff,
good cooking smells, and laughter.
It was what they’d dreamed.

Soon a baby arrived,
to change their lives, forever.
With smiles and gurgles,
frequent feedings, sleepless nights,
and all those diapers.

Baby worked hard to crawl,
and then to walk, next to run.
Toddlers turn into
children and then, teenagers,
each phase a challenge. 

Life got much busier.
 Car pools and school, and more kids,
time flew by so fast.
With stressful jobs, lots of bills,
aging parents, too.

Their worries and cares grew.
Tensions emerged, pulled apart
by their hectic lives.
How well could they, or would they,
keep their love alive?
Don’t be a statistic,
stay together, for the kids,
was their decision.
Ride out the storm, and then hope,
for much better days.

The nest became empty.
How could kids leave?  It’s too soon.
Now what will they do?
Renew old ties, use the time
for themselves again.

They tried some new hobbies.
Joined a card club, went dancing,
 found new restaurants.
Planned vacations, took pictures,
enjoyed the grand-kids.

The golden years flew by.
Old age set in, sickness too.
“’Til death do us part”
wasn’t so long, after all.
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1 comment:

Janet said...

There should be a space before "Life got much busier" but I can't get it corrected. (Sigh.)
The preview looked perfect. Guess that's a lot like weddings/marriage. Ha-ha!