Stolen Sweet Moments

I looked at the old car in the weeds,

Remembering the sweet moments we shared.

Kisses stolen as we sat by the lake in it,

That was as far back then as we dared.

You told me one late August night

That someday you and I would be wed.

I thought that you were kidding me,

But you always meant what you said.

On a beautiful spring day 40 years ago,

We married and then climbed in your car.

Sadly, the car is no longer making the rounds,

But I am so thrilled that you and I are.

Poem written for Friday Fictioneers for January 25, 2019, from Rochelle Wisoff Fields.

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