Souls completed
A s I walked home tonight I saw an old man and an old woman holding hands on their front porch. Years and years of love radiated from them, love made quiet in the security of it's power. His old plaid shirt and her purple shawl slightly touched while they swayed gently back and forth on a hanging swing. A soft, barely audible tune escaped her lips; perhaps a favorite melody of days gone by when first they had met, and their hands intertwined so naturally, as if one began where the other one... Sign in to see full entry.