WITH LOVE TO SAMMY, 63 YEARS
Home, fortunate to be my pleasant place;
my hubby and I talk face to face.
Home, all my belongings there I stash;
got a lot of stuff, just not cash.
Home, cars can park on my one acre lawn;
afternoon naps when I yawn.
Home, food and drink and company too,
if you were near, we’d invite you.
Home, a place to have the family meet,
games and songs and plenty to eat.
Home, sixty-three years since we were wed,
tied the knot with unbreakable thread.
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Introduction to Poetry, Lesson Eight subject “pleasure” Challenge to begin (or end) each line with the same word. https://wordpress.com/tag/introtopoetry
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Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
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63! Such an amazing achievement in this day and age when most people act like marriage is disposable like paper cups. We’re coming up on 45. 😀
We have both had our days but never so bad as to face life willingly without the other.:D
Wow! That’s a little over double my mileage 😉 and I still can’t believe I’ve made it this far 🙂
Beautiful poem 🙂
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It is a long time. Seems so short in some ways. Hard to imagine that there was a time without him. Some of those initial moments are remembered almost as if we were different people remembering those kids who once were.
I can relate 🙂
When I met my husband I was 12 and he was 17 😉
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Same age difference as Sammy and I. He was 23 , I was 118′ 😀
Now how did I do that? 18. 😀
That is a very nice poem, Oneta! You have completed the challenge well!
Thanks Rashmi. Your approval means a lot to me.
🙂 🙂
Sweet!
Thank you, Mitch. Many blessings sent your way.
You deserve 63 “bravos” with this well-written story of love! Hugs!!!
So glad we never threw in the towel on occasions when we were tempted. Just think how hard it would be to be married to a perfect man! I guess our imperfections are comforting for imperfect people.
😘❤️😘❤️😘
With your permission, this one is going on my “not my poetry” category, it will be sometime in January I think. May I? I just LOVE it.
You make me happy with the thought. Thank you.
Beautiful Poem. Here’s ’63’ hearty cheers to you and Sammy! 🙂 More blessings to both of you. Xx
We are indeed blessed, and thank you for additional ones you send our way.
You’re most welcome, Ma’am. Xx
Oneta, I like that “unbreakable thread.”
Yes, me too. Nice for a marriage and nice for a rhyme!