285 Old man to his wife

Posted on February 14, 2016 by Ken Greenman

You,
owner of my heart,
you,
sharer of our world.
Your signature on my soul
established loving provenance
these many years ago.
You,
through joy, pain, full and empty days
stayed.

Now, in the Winter of Our Year,

to you, dear Wife, I offer this ageing hand,
this tarnished, pitted wedding band,
to once again, vow and deliver,
give myself to the heart of a giver.

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About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2025 and it's 77! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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