Our Engagement Poem by Daniel Ionita

It was toward the end of the summer holidays when he proposed to her.
They were riding their bicycles to the post office,
to a village some four kilometers away from her grandparent's place.
The old folk asked, or they might have offered
to pick up a registered letter.

That morning he had peeled some big juicy peaches for her
as she could not stand (still cannot) touching their fluffy exterior.

"I think we should get married", he said (or some such)
keeping his eyes firmly on the road.
"Yes, I think we should", she replied (or something like that) .
they continued their ride, picked up the letter, returned.

They had not even held hands yet, never mind kissing
or anything else more daring.

She can touch and peel apples, nectarines.
But kiwis or peaches - three children and four grandchildren later -
he still peels them for her.