Decades of Love, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Decades of LoveThe Outskirts of the Fontainebleau Forest, Alfred Sisley (1885)

Decades of Love

They walk down the twisting path hand in hand,
The leaves are golden as their many years.
At this juncture they make but few demands,
No more will they be spilling precious tears.

Life’s journey put them on this path before.
Ground is nearly barren beneath their feet.
Both understanding what is next in store,
No extensions will both ever entreat.

The warming sun is at their bending backs.
Turning to each other giving a smile,
Seeing a bench, now is time to relax.
Great love between, there is no denial.

A love they thought started just yesterday,
Counting the decades to their own dismay.

Wedding Cards, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Wedding CardsWedding Cards, John Everett Millais (1854)

Wedding Cards

Happy to respond that I will attend
Interested in what remains to pick
But a party of one saddened to send
Better than spending time in my attic

Wonderful this couple found each other
Joining together in matrimony
A bevy of kisses they shall smother
With an out pouring love to fill a sea

Restraining their eagerness is a chore
Being close together their hearts do swell
Their detailed differences to explore
There’s ample time after the wedding bell

Forever recipient of a card
Once on a card do I want to be starred

 

Subway Ride Home, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Subway Ride Home

Subway Ride Home

She stood silent while is handed the bag
Nodding with thanks she turns, heads for the street
Her feet are slow, almost needing to drag
Outside it is cold, just starting to sleet

Walk to the subway a mere thousand feet
But for her it is that in hilly miles
Her heavy head down, there’s no one to greet
There are thoughts if there’ll be any more smiles

Steps she climbs to the platform are painful
The rail she holds tight, the bag much tighter
Now feels like she’s carrying an anvil
Knowing that the bag will not get lighter

The train has the force of a nor’easter
She clutches the bag like it were a child
Hoping the door will be in front of her
Inside a safe feeling but not beguiled

Gently places the bag upon the seat
The train will now carry it to its home
Closing her heavy eyes, again they meet
With tears like tropic rain, she says “Shalom”

Nothing special about the bag itself
What is inside was most of her life
Container once home to be on a shelf
For sixty two years she was his wife

 

Tea Leaves, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Tea LeavesTea Leaves, Edward McGregor Paxton (1909)

Tea Leaves

The cup a symbol of her life, empty
She seeks someone deeper than just a friend
Always ever eager to down her tea
To find whatever new news leaves may send

Soon to be without a new tea to seek
Been told Earl Grey provides desired news
Swirled her cup the proper times, afraid to peek
Thinks be better to visit the church pews

Each Sunday she prayed as hard as she could
Not bashful to ask to become a wife
Wondered if her message misunderstood
Was she to be single all of her life

Sunday last felt a tap on her shoulder
Gentleman asked “could you slide over please”
After prayer she could not be bolder
No longer will she be reading tea leaves

 

Tender Age, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Tender AgeChoosing, George Frederic Watts (c. 1864)

Tender Age, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

My dearest friend with thou beautiful scent
Surround my body so I find safety
From my great fear of mental punishment
Please think not this to be a foolish plea

But a child with such a limited view
Thinking life be like my part on the stage
To discover life’s dreams not to be true
Real is what I feel, internal rage

Sheltered within thy vine with many thorns
Can be shielded from a touch that I scorn
Thou now can protect this young heart that mourns
Today wishing that I had not been born

Can there be love at such a tender age
Or is it to be acted on the stage

 

Yes or No, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Yes or NoYes or No, Edmund Blair Leighton (1890)

Yes or No

With a feeling bluer than my nosegay
Worrisome heart in doubt, life uncertain
Still not knowing what exactly to say
Is today to be the final curtain

He claims an undying love ever true
Is there a chance his love to go a stray
But he gave a feeling I never knew
Feeling continues till this very day

Is confusion of mind, love that I feel
Thought love to be much joy and happiness
Not an aching heart, a painful ordeal
Yet such warm comfort from his gentleness

Yes or no, somehow I must now decide
Shall it be goodbye or become his bride

 

Woman in My Life, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Elizabeth_Jane_Gardner_-_After_the_engagement (c. 1882)
Elizabeth Jane Gardner, After the Engagement (c. 1882)

Woman in My Life, Robert A Sieczkiewicz

You’re the sunshine that greets me every day
Your soft smile puts one on my yawning face
Your eyes so bright a message they convey
Your lips many kisses on mine do place

Your first embrace steadies my wobbly feet
You are the sweetness in my morning cup
Your touch is the first I desire to meet
You are the one that makes my heart gallop

Your love gives to me such warming comfort
Your strength to pick me up when I am down
You give me special joy the way you flirt
You do all of this still in a nightgown

You are the one who truly made my life
Each morning I give thanks you are my wife