How He Met My Mother

How He Met my Mother

 

It was their duty to country that brought them together

       across a crowded room. He a Captain.

            She a sergeant. Rules forbid fraternization

yet he pursued              and pursued.

          She was the one. Brunette, with a WAC poster-girl smile.

They rode trains, met in the middle on weekends.

          A kiss pressed to fingers against the window

Their passion gushed as brakes to steam, to the rushed whistle of leaving.

          Married just before the war ended, their journey lasted 60 years

and I, the baby boomer, am carried on their train of eternity

           a kiss pressed to the window.