Monday, April 30, 2012

Happy 44th Birthday to My Husband

I didn't know about that scar on your finger - 
after 18 years together I'm
still discovering, learning
new things about you and
isn't that what marriage is -
committing to be a life-long learner of you
until there's nothing left to know except
Everything?

Here's to 44 more years of
discovering scars on fingers from
accidents when we were children,
playing hide-and-seek in bookshops and
behaving like "one of my typhoid patients."
Let us laugh at being middle-aged,
act like teenagers in love and 
look forward to our twilight years
as though it's only dawn,
the beginning of an exquisite day.

-a.k.e.

3 comments:

Elisabeth said...

Whatd'a mean BAD poetry?! Where writing is concerned, you only know how to create beautiful art.

Stel said...

Happy birthday, nice poem> Hope you took him for a nice coffee at Pure or similar :-)

Anna said...

I love Pure! We ended up at Hillside Tavern and Pub, and later at Nuvo Cuisine. :-)