1914 ~ Troy, Alabama
Riding in a rented buggy along a country road,
She smiles out at her unknown future,
Crisp in a dress of pale blue linen,
A dark-haired girl with flowers at her waist.
Stiff and correct in Sunday suit,
Her sweetheart wears a somber face
His new straw hat
Tilts at a jaunty courting angle.
1973 ~ Tampa, Florida
Still side by side they sit-- their life buttressed by
One daughter, two grandchildren,
Three great-grandchildren --
A stealthy progression of years and generations
Has somehow come to pass.
Stone-deaf in the now,
The old lady hears the voice
Somewhere deep inside,
The dark-haired girl is whispering:
'She had the prettiest little ankles,'
The old man says.