A Storm of Thoughts

As they grew old.....

They have started living a little,

Loving more

As the frozen time of their youths

Have passed.

The time to sit together in the evenings

Have come.

With coffee and biscuits

With memories of their youthful times.

The strands turned grey

And lashes shed.

Wrinkled skin

With yellow nails embedded in.

They welcomed this time into their lives,

To let their children run free,

To have some time for themselves

And to be a part of each other forever