Last week my grandparents celebrated
their seventieth wedding anniversary,
and the media made quite a fuss over them.
Reporters hounded them for their secret.
Grandma fielded all their questions.
Gramps sat beside her,
his mouth clamped shut,
occasionally clicking his teeth.
One cub reporter, wanting a second opinion,
directed her question straight at Gramps:
“How does it feel to be married
to the same woman
for seventy years?”
Withering under the glare
of the camera lights,
“It's too early to say.”
By Keith Foster