Ananthi Parekh wrote this poem for her parents on their 20th wedding anniversary (December 7, 2016).
Twenty Years
She waited on one end of the phone. Listening intently for the
She waited on one end of the phone. Listening intently for the
Break in the highly pitched purrs
And there it came, a soft
click before the
groggy voice of her husband
echoing from thousands of miles
to the gentle curve of her ear
His happily grated voice bringing an upward curve to
her chewed lips.
And similarly her newly
awakened tone
making him happy his sleep was disrupted, pleased
he'll wake slightly later
knowing he spoke to
her.
And they don't speak of
anything out of ordinary, they
talk only of daily life, as if
these miles were nothing
and as if the kettle was boiling for the both of
their waiting mugs, because
soon there will be
his mug next to hers,
because it's only a few sleeps
until he's
home.
They would read me the story
of Cinderella
and her searching prince,
or that of the Beast
and his patient Belle
But as time passes
in my own story, I realise
the happily ever after
I thought only existed in
those fairy tales
was truly found by
them.
Because a million miles mean nothing when a crush
lasts 20 years.
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