A story through my eyes...

They bicker,  ALL the while.

If one says the sky is grey, the other will insist it's blue.

It's almost like a glass half-filled-half-empty story...


That it is, a Story, Beautiful in parts,

sometimes, just sometimes - it's tinged with the Blues.

But it is unraveling before my eyes,

like Time itself - a Force to be reckoned with...


I've seen them toddle  into their teenage years,

And the journey to Adulthood is a long one,

But I have no fear - as long as they walk this path alongside each other...

They will toddle into Old Age Together.