Tired…

Husband and wife,

tired, not of each other.

Grind of life wears them down,

answering the bell to others.

Leaving little time for themselves,

missing that look found deep in a partners eye.

Happy home full of beautiful children,

depleted energy to enjoy.

The alarm goes off early,

too many projects on the list.

Bed becomes a place to collapse,

shared by the littlest of ladies.

Dreams of what once was,

hopes of what will be.

Love understood in depth,

a choice to honor and receive.

Not what imagined, so much more.

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