Yesterday, July 19th, was the date of my 38th wedding anniversary. Unfortunately, my husband was away on business...as he often is. Fortunately, not being able to celebrate such a special occasion on the exact date doesn't bother either of us. What we do care about is still being able to celebrate our married life together.
My husband is my high school sweetheart. We met when we were sophomores. We've been together now for forty-five years. I was indeed lucky to find my soulmate and best friend...the person who has always been my biggest supporter...the man who never suggested that I consider spending less money on poetry and children's books...an indivual who appreciates and understands my passions in life--when I was just fifteen. He's a terrific husband and the world's greatest dad.
My poem today is for my husband!
To My Dear and Loving Husband
by Anne Bradstreet
If ever two were one, then surely we.
If ever man were loved by wife, then thee;
If ever wife was happy in a man,
Compare with me ye women if you can.
I prize thy love more than whole mines of gold,
Or all the riches that the East doth hold.
My love is such that rivers cannot quench,
Nor ought but love from thee give recompense.
Thy love is such I can no way repay;
The heavens reward thee manifold, I pray.
Then while we live, in love let's so persever,
That when we live no more we may live ever.
At Wild Rose Reader, I have reviews of two books: Kurt Cyrus's Oddhopper Opera: A Bug's Garden of Verses and Jennifer Ward's Over in the Garden, a counting book in verse.