Of All the Men in My Life
by Rosemary Heddens
I think of him often—
That young man I married so many years ago.
Quiet, a little awkward,
But so certain he knew where he was going,
And so determined to get there,
A man with enough dreams to last a lifetime.
From time to time, I see him—
In a shy smile,
In a crinkled brow when he is deep in thought.
Now an older man has taken his place—
Strong and tender,
Rugged and soft.
He has made his place in the world,
Confident, contented with his life,
He does not mourn for unattained goals,
But holds fast to those dreams that still remain.
I wonder at the thrill I still feel
From the touch of this man
With whom I have spent
More than half of my life.
Little by little, I see another man emerge—
A man with less urgency in his step,
Wanting to be at home with his family,
More salt than pepper in his hair now,
Wearing glasses as he reads the evening paper.
I must confess a certain excitement
When I consider getting to know
The man who will share my remaining years.
He will be like the others in so many ways,
And yet different and new.
A younger friend asks me
Whether I have ever found my life dull
Married to the same man for so many years.
I smile and shrug, unsure what to say,
Unable to tell her of all the men in my life,
And how I’ve loved each one.