The Tulips are dancing in the cool summer breeze.
Would you hold me and dance with me, please?
The photographs of us are like a slideshow on a screen.
We dance in my mind like we were teens.
We have matured just like the tulips have bloomed.
Our like-minded thoughts are perfectly in tune.
Our eyes meet and they dance with laughter
as we remember all of the love that remains after.
We get older as each tulip petal falls to the ground.
It doesn’t even make a sound.
We are like the tulips in the fall of their life.
I’m so grateful to be called your wife.
As the last petal falls to the ground,
I’ll say I love you and I’m so glad you’ve been around.
by Bonnie Gail Carter. The Chill Turned Warm. Copyright
The Photo on the top is the photo on the cover of my book. It’s one of my own photographs.