A birthday poem to my husband of thirty years.
For Thirty Years
I didn't know how to play,
then, I didn't know how to live.
So I followed you for thirty years.
From Alaska to Mexico, cities we explored on foot.
Moving through the years together
until now we're old;
Still we offer each other comfort along the way.
Moving, hand in hand towards an unknown
we hope to control, at least a bit, with our thinking.
Ah dreams! Oh Hopes!
I smile at our unending courage,
our persevering spirits.
Happy Birthday Sweetheart
With love, Nancy