The following poem was written in the mid 1980s as I reflected on my marriage. I wish every marriage could be this rich, this lasting, and this fulfilling. I am privileged to have been the other half of a union that worked so well. This is for you, Chezzy, with love.
Through The Years
The towels we received at our bridal shower
Are now discolored and worn.
The easy chair and the sofa
Look tattered and one is torn.
The carpet already has been replaced
And the roof has sprung a leak.
But our marriage shows no wear through the years,
It's better and complete.
The house has been painted, both inside and out,
And several windows have been redressed.
The repairs on the washer and dryer
Haven't left me very impressed.
Two rooms have seen new wallpaper
And another is over-due.
But there's newness in this love we share,
Every day I spend with you.
Wedding gifts and houses
Do not improve with time.
There's replacing and repairing
To keep them working fine.
How glad I am this love of ours
Is stronger in every way.
For you don't repair something that's better
Than it was on your wedding day.
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This is one of your best. I always remember the love you and Chezzy had. I am blessed with the love Larry and I have. It's similar but different.
I don't believe I've read this before. Sweet.
So true!
I can so related. Great poem.
sorry, relate
What a great love affair you two had. I'm sure he loved the poem even more than we loved you sharing it with us.
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