The dusty wind carried a scent
He wasn’t sure of what it was
Yet he took a deep breath
And filled his wide wrinkled nostrils with
a dose of fresh dust
One would wonder why he was
unperturbed by the dust
But the joy in his heart knew no
bounds
He turned around and he saw her
The queen of his heart
She blew hard on the burning wood
She always found it difficult
lighting the fire
This was her limitation
But it was his strength
So he hurried towards the love of
his life
And held her frail hands to stop
her from trying harder
He puts some more dry leaves on
the burning wood
And he blew hard
So hard that he felt like a
dragon
The soot covered kettle rattled a
bit as the fire surround its little frame
She smiled at him sweetly
She might be imperfect to the
world
But she was perfect for him
She was his sunshine
And his mission was to love her
To cherish her and make her smile
till his dying day
His shaky hands held her frail and aging
hands
Oh yes! This was her husband
Sixty years with a man who made her smile
Challenges came…Challenges spoke
But together they united and fought the
trials
An army they both were
A commander and priest he was to her
A leader in their home
A husband…a lover
He rose to his feet and pulled her up to
hers
The dusty wind hit her hard
And she cringed
But still her heart was glad
Like a teenager, she walked into his warm
embrace
Every scar on his wrinkled skin was a mark
of victory
His strength she admired
Their seeds she cherished
A man of honor and sincerity he was
Sixty years had passed since she said yes to
him
Sixty years of love and submission
And despite the death of two kids
They stood strong
United they stood
Forever one
By Sylvia Chika
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