I found this poem going through my binder of writings and remembered one particular anniversary.
The day I wrote this, we were living in sight of the ocean.
Here ya go…
“Another year has gone by
a silent agreement made
no handshake or contract necessary
just a silent yes to stay
on this train together
Same address and rituals abound
coffee in the morning
Wine at sunset overlooking the dawn
“Aren’t we lucky?” we say.
You hear whispers and I paint
a partnership baptized by fire
we’ve alway shown up and worked hard
but God knows
we’ve never been saints.
Love you, Alan…hope this makes you smile.
p.s. This is edited again, so I guess it’s more truthful to say, I’m still writing this anniversary poem. Alan and I were a team and hard workers. We were given gifts and rather than wishing for someone to come along and save us (much)…we turned them into tangible things we could share.
And so we go…still