The German Couple Next to Us

A couple

was speaking German

at the table next to us.

She was a fine lady

in her fifties

with short cropped hair,

clear blue eyes and,

quite young

in her movement

and demeanor.

He sat across from

her at the table,

a tall graying gentleman,

with wrinkles

in his face ,

engraved

likely

by many frequent smiles

over the years.

And at one

quite unexpected

instant

in raw and unashamed emotion ,

she laid her hand

on him and caressed

all the deep lines

on his face ,

with a type

of tenderness

and warmth,

rarely ever seen,

with no equal in it’s honesty.

He returned

the gesture to her

lovingly

like a mirror

by looking deeply

into her eyes.

And in the end

it was plain

that there is                                                                                            

no brand or nationality

to humanity.

We are all part and parcel of

the human race ,

and all

the same.

We’re the subject

of a kind and gentle grace ,

with a yearning for

gentle

embrace

and for each others

enduring

mirrored love.

From “Dreams for A Saturday Morning ” by PWChaltas