Somebody put a post on Facebook a few days ago, reminiscing about the way it used to be; how we would fix things when they broke, instead of just throwing them out and getting a new one. It struck a nerve with me, and I thought how sad it is this is true not only with things but with love. Back in the day, “Until death do us part” meant something.
Back in the Day
In the old days
When things were broken
You didn’t throw them away
You fixed them
Your sock had a hole in it
You darned it
Darned if I know why
They called it darning
When a sock got too thin
Or the holes were too big
You used it as a rag
To polish the old furniture
I remember grandpa and grandma
It seemed like they fought a lot
Sometimes nothing more than
Grandma’s steely stare
Grandpa bent over the sink
Washing his hands
Seeing her anger over his shoulder
Reflecting in the kitchen window
Next thing you know, they’re in their chairs
Side by side, talking about the day
Making up, but not saying so
Just loving each other quietly… easily
Back in the day
Things and love got holes in them
You darned them, patched them
Glued them back together
Throwing them away… never crossed your mind
Copyright © 2013 C Mashburn