Thirty Five winters and summers,
and in between
springs and falls,
days of crisp sunny sky,
and some stretches
when mugginess stalled;
then there were hails,
tornadoes, couple of hurricanes
but also, the blessings of
uneventful days,
and through it all,
we found strings to keep
our souls together,
and made some memories
of finding white feathers,
of raising something small
to become a man,
standing proud and tall,
and so,
when you get up this morning
and are still half awake,
the words
Happy Anniversary, Dear Jane
will sum the story
that the years together
were not in vain.
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