Fifty years it’s taken to get here
and the road’s all wrong:
the easy pavement with its white
sidewalks and marked shoulders,
the solid yellow line, cats-eyed,
ends
and everything I’ve passed by
at a distance
now leans in.
If life is a long walk down the aisle
to an altar,
then this must be the kiss
that lifts the veil,
loosening my tongue – willing or not –
to learn new vows.
This poem is from my chapbook, “Stealing Eternity”.
Lynne Burnett 
Lynne, I’m touched as always. This particularly speaks to women of a certain age – and I’m of that age! The hope is that women can hear this much earlier than we have. Thanks for penning it so eloquently.
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Thank you so much for your equally eloquent words, Helen!
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nice poem Lynne! Perhaps we can discuss when we see each other?!
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Thanks, and of course!
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