The Good Stuff
by Kay F. Ruane
Length: 25 lines
let the 13 Myths that
Murder Marriage destroy
In contemplating the passing years
I wonder where they went.
Remembering all the happy times,
Recalling how they were spent.
Is it almost fifty years
Since I became your wife?
Is this the eager, young woman
Who knew so little about life?
Time passes all too swiftly.
Crowded years come and go,
As we muddled through
Raising our family
And so ...
We are rewarded
With the fine people they’ve become.
The most cherished words in my life
Were ... "I do love you Mum".
How fortunate I have been
To share those years with you,
The long road we have traversed
And tripped along, a time or two.
A small part of those youngsters
Remains, and always will,
As together we make the climb,
Those last miles … up the hill.
'To My Darling', Floral Lettering
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what an amazing visual poem, i sure appreciate my mod cons :)! Brilliant as per usual! *****
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