FORTY-SIX YEARS AND COUNTING
Under an arbor we once stood with roses
Hanging overhead, her arm through mine, smiling
As cameras clicked to lock in time our poses,
On the day we said we do.
I bring morning coffee as she lies dreaming.
I turn to leave as she wakes with smiling eyes,
These forty-six years later she’s still beaming
Looking forward to our day.
Under an arbor we stand in warm embrace,
So much that’s different, so much that’s the same.
I see without effort the love in her face,
Both consider ourselves blessed.
By Ron Unruh, August 12, 2013, © 2013