If Your Papa Remarried At 80 Be Glad Poem by RIC BASTASA

if your papa remarried at 80 be glad
he has feelings still
for love, this thing called love, where
in our own marriages we have become so clumsy
like we, in the first place,
perhaps, (don't tell) , regretted having done the walk
to the altar
of our dreams, where our too much familiarity in bed and board,
have bred contempt
for each
other's inability to cope up with the demands of intimacies,
but i tell you
my grandpa remarried at 87
he confessed, he was so lonely, when he woke up in the middle
of the night
or at the break of dawn, he felt he was sleeping in a coffin,
he needed love
like your papa,
he needed someone to talk to, not someone to have sex with,
he needed someone to take care of his
toilet problems
his urinary tract infections, his thick porridge,
when grandpa remarried
we gave him a very grand wedding
where the 19 year old girl of his dreams
walked the aisle
and they exchanged 'i do's'
the girl telling him
he loves him so till death....

we of course, do not believe her,
like, the way, you treat your second mom
like an alien,

but we'd rather believe her
we imagine
she shall take care of everything
while we simply sit and look
what happens next


we think, everything in the name of love
ends well

come what may, we shall be glad.