Our home is without a fireplace, which I dearly miss because I love firelight. Because of this I like to have candles lit for dinner each night. For Tom's birthday the table was ablaze with candles, so many so that we didn't need other lighting in the room. After the party he asked me what my favorite part was and I said the candles. I guess I am a very simple woman.
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| The new living room ( old dining room) |
I like the coziness of the the new living room although I miss the light of the old one.
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| The old living room, now the dining room |
Anyway, I wrote a poem for Tom's birthday, which I toasted him with at the party. It's not a poetic work of art by any means and what it doesn't tell is the ebb and flow of a long marriage, of the coming around again. And maybe not even of the love and security of two people who have been together almost 30 years, as we have.
You on the couch most
evenings
Half angel, content
Tired from your day
of making life happen
Your ambitions, and
us, always in the forefront like you meant
Me in our bed each
morning
Curled into an oasis
of peace
Wondering what tasks
to tackle each day
Knowing what pleases
me most won’t cease
Our homes in
renovation upheaval
A chaos we both can
endure
Neither seeking
perfection
Something that bonds
us for sure
Our girls growing
older each moment
Trying to relish
them, as they slip away
Life is a masterpiece
of connections and emotions
A new clue most every
day
It is an honor to
share my life with you
I don’t tell you this
nearly enough, I know
You strengthen the
fabrics I’ve woven
And with you, the
life that we sow
