Anniversary Song

It is September.

Stillness surrounds

The morning.

You sleep late,

I hear you breathe.

Tourists have gone.

The young and young at heart,

Are now in school.

A sound,

Footsteps in the hall,

Your smile appears,

As it always has,

Across the years.

I turn to you,

Beautiful still

That honest pleasure,

You radiate,

Explodes,

Your priceless smile,

The bomb

That blows away

My doubt,

and fears.

“Happy Anniversary,”

You say,

And I reply,

In kind;

One more time.

Though age,

Stalks us,

Our anniversary

Remains sublime,

We tip toe past our friend,

Who sleeps, or does she read?

We hug,

And talk about our day,

Our children,

Gilbert and Anne,

Thoughts of winter,

Our hopes,

For the moving plan..

Fifty eight years,

Have come and gone,

In my head I hear,

Sinatra's Song.

I lose myself

in the sound,

And follow the lyrics,

Line by line...

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“Oh, it's a long while from May to December,

But the days grow short when you reach September,

When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame,

One hasn't got time for the waiting game.




Oh, the days dwindle down to a precious few,

September, November,

And these few precious days, I'll spend with you.

These precious days I'll spend with you..

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-- gwb