We had dreaded there’d be nothing left to say,
Once we moved past fondest hopes and deepest fears
Shared in courting’s bright light to the day-to-day
Of Wednesday’s meatloaf and checkbooks in arrears,
That hearts would be silenced and tongues would be stilled
By diapers and deadlines, that life would preclude
The prolonging of ardor, devotion chilled,
Love’s early zeal simply a brief interlude.
We laugh at such thoughts now; how could we have known,
(Little more than children ourselves, after all)
That true affection has a grace all its own
Which lifts us up after pitfall and pratfall
(The flat tire, the spot of gravy on the face)
And gently guides us beyond the commonplace.