In celebration of 19 years with my sweet, sweet husband.
For love and lilacs…
Often, I don’t say much of anything
A My thoughts and words are mummy wrapped
in obligations, to-do lists, and oops-I-forgots
A I can be tired, cranky, achy, and bitchy
A (hard to believe, right?)
Some days I feel like I’m temping for Atlas
A and he’s left the building
A (and being a typical man, gave no forwarding address)
But I want you to know,
A no matter how tyrannical, crazy, ambivalent, and bifurcated
I am about life and all there is to be done
A I still love you, and every May
when the lilacs come into bloom,
A it’s you I’m thinking of
And on that rare day when bountiful
A pale purple blooms from our backyard adorned a church,
they framed two hearts’ love shared
A and bound delicious memory with delicate scent.
Love you.
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Sniff, sniff … I needed to read that!
Louise xoxox
He kind of fancied it, too! XOX