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:
Whatd'a mean BAD poetry?! Where writing is concerned, you only know how to create beautiful art.
Happy birthday, nice poem> Hope you took him for a nice coffee at Pure or similar :-)
I love Pure! We ended up at Hillside Tavern and Pub, and later at Nuvo Cuisine. :-)
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