Theirs was a long love.
I can't vouch for the early years,
I wasn't there then.
But a few years after this photograph was taken,
a dozen cousins and numerous uncles and aunts present,
I saw evidence that there was more than sweet smiles
between my grandfather and grandmother.
We were all outside awaiting home-churned ice cream,
aunts talking up a Tennessee tornado,
uncles joking and wondering if the ice cream was ready,
cousins pairing off by age.
No one was paying much attention to the old couple,
but I saw.
I saw Grandpa walk behind Grandma's folding chair,
bend and kiss the top of her head.
And with a mischievous smile he.....
he slid a hand in the bodice of her dress.
She slapped his hand away and fussed,
He smiled and walked away.
There was a sparkle in Grandma's eye.