Today’s poetry prompt is love.
Married Forty-five Years
It’s silly to think I’d feel the same about you as I did then.
You don’t feel the same about me, do you?
Of course not.
Then, love was so hot it scalded.
Now, when I see you, I’m warm, warmed by your sight,
warm with contentment.
We’re together; all is right with the world, at least in our little house.
I don’t want to dwell on our memories—
They remind me of what we’ve lost…
But what’s left is more than what most people ever experience.
If I have to grow old,
I’m thankful I’m growing old with you,
my very best friend.
P.S. Actually, it was so late when I looked up the prompt, I didn’t notice love is actually tomorrow’s prompt. <sigh>
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Beautiful. ❤
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Some people get lucky. Congratulations to you!
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Beautiful !!!
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Really love the authenticity and warmth of this poem. Thanks for sharing!
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Loved this! Congratulations!❤️
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Absolutely wonderful. CONGRATULATIONS!
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Thank you all for the congratulations. Our anniversary is actually in January; I’m rounding up.
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45 years! That’s the dream of love, isn’t it? I am sure it hasn’t been all smooth but it’s wonderful you still got each other to hold
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Love the poem by the shoes. I’m cleaning out closets and the number of never worn shoes is something else. Also beautiful slacks and tops and dresses. Bought them during our cruising years. Being only 20 minutes from the Tampa port we’d go on at least 3 a year. Now w/my health problems its’ not feasible for the past 4-5 years. I do miss going on them although w/the virus I’m not sure if we’d really go on another one.
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I do remember your wedding, you were beautiful and looked so happy. 45 years ago and you’re right about being best friends. Hope Greg is doing well. We were at 40 in May, couldn’t celebrate it with this pandemic.
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