By Juliana Lavitola
Middle age approached as my dream prince
Appeared and asked if I would be his princess.
Happy was I to answer, “Yes.”
As we married and settled into our dream home
Our minds became one–sharing ideas and turning
Our home into our castle.
Love and joy was felt as decades sped by.
Then one day, darkness came over our castle,
And took my prince away.
I no longer felt like a princess.
Our castle became quiet.
His touch was gone, as well as,
His embrace, his kiss, his voice.
Everything was quiet.
Family gatherings brought joyful voices.
Quiet crept back in when they dispersed.
As spring ran into summer solstice
Followed by winter solstice,
The castle remained quiet.
Mid-winter, I awakened with a start
Thinking the sun woke me; only to see it remained dark.
I dressed and went quickly to the idle treadmill.
The workout added to my feeling of renewal.
Days passed and as I rejoined social group events,
I found energy without tears.
I felt my prince was no longer beside me.
He now took up residence in my heart
Guiding and pushing me forward.
Thanks to my living prince,
I feel like a princess again.