Marriage to me is so important. Seeing my parents, and in-laws, and my grandparents too, I grew up wanting a marriage as strong and secure as that.
In their days, marriage, in the Eastern cultures, came before love. You were matched according to family and compatibility. As a girl, you were trained up in the arts of homemaking, and cooking, in the hope that these skills would do you well in our marriage.
In my time, and now, it is more likely that a couple fall in love first, as with their Western counterparts. Careers and life experiences come way before the rest, and often you are left to bumble along, learning how to be a ‘wife’ in the traditional sense, on the job!
This little poem is about my experience. We met, we went out with each other, we fell in love, we married. And our love grows with each day that passes.
The day I smiled at you
Changed my whole life
Led me down a path
Where I became your wifeClandestine dates
In secret locations
Midnight passing in
Whispered conversationsChanged in a flash
Once those vows we took
Enjoying homemaking
And learning how to cookSupporting each other
A true marriage of souls
At one time feeling incomplete
Now we do feel wholeRitu 2017
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