Stories

When your mother tells her story,

how she fell in love before he 

crossed her path,

you never think those men were more

than cameos that came before

your father.

You don’t believe her when she says

she wasn’t certain in those days

what they’d be.

For you the conclusion was foregone

that Mom was Dad’s and Dad was Mom’s

forever.

You never could believe her then.

But now you do. You realized when

your turn came:

You don’t know how the story goes.

It seems Life’s not so quick to close

the curtain

to tip her hand

to speed the sands 

of time.