Today's a special day for me,
so let me share my joy;
I've been married 47 years
to a 19-year-old country boy!

Oh, yes, his hair is silver now,
with a bare spot on the top,
and passing time has slowed him down,
but it doesn't make him stop!

He cleans the pond that he designed
and ringed with heavy rocks.
He digs deep holes for planting;
fragrant flowers are his crops.

He bakes the bread and mops the floors,
and paints the front porch rails;
When one of the "kids" needs expertise,
they call Dad--it never fails.

"Why do they always call me?"
he asked of me the other day;
"Well, Honey," I answered with a smile,
"you always know the way!"

Whether it's baking a blueberry pie,
or a new floor to install,
whatever the problem that comes up,
he seems to know it all.

(The only thing that Bill can't do
is write a rhyming poem,
so you see, there's a place for me to fill
in this, our happy home.)