It had snowed that February Saturday.
Snowflakes decorating
the red silk roses of her bouquet.
A fading photograph capturing
her look of wonder at the sight.
Turning the page of the scrapbook he pauses.
How beautiful she looked that day.
Another photograph showing them
holding hands showing off their rings.
The lace of her sleeve revealing
the dainty coral bracelet he had given her.
His wedding gift to her.
Their formal picture showing them so young.
Her wedding present, a pocket watch,
adorning the vest of his tuxedo.
They had never tired of looking at the scrapbook
on every anniversary.
It is snowing again, this February night.
A fire in the hearth to warm him
and his bassett hound companion.
Memories are all he has now of her.
A gnarled finger traces the outline
of her face in the photo.
"Happy Anniversary, darling", he whispers
as he closes the book.
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