by David Lee Thompson
Monday, August 22, 2011
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This is a poem for my wife, Janet, on our forty-fourth wedding anniversary.
The nineteenth to be precise.
Forty-four years have come and gone.
We’ve been on the highest mountains
And traversed the deepest vales.
But…together we’ve remained—
Sometimes lying in a bed of roses,
Intermingled with an occasional thorn.
Dare I say, at times we’ve been reviled,
However, devotion has persistently prevailed.
Too, age has more or less altered us daily,
Yet adoration remains, undying and beautiful.
Thanks for being there for me—always.
Delightful dreams, my precious,
And happy anniversary.
©2011 By David Lee Thompson