What gift have I
to mark this day
one of countless days
we have shared –
days turned to years
years falling
tumbling rapidly
into decades. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
What gift have I
to mark this day
one of many such days –
heartbreaking, some –
yet most filled with joy.
We have shared
them all.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
This day, by your bedside,
your hand in mine
I\u2019ll read to you
those favorite poems
we\u2019ve shared
in happier times.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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early though the laurel grows
it withers quicker than the rose,<\/em>
and dear Emily\u2019s
hope is the thing with feathers.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n
I\u2019ll end our time together
with Milton, who tried to
justify the ways of God to men<\/em>
though justify I can not
this suffering wrought upon you.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Only the gift of time
though nothing new
is a sweeter gift
when days are few.
<\/p>\n\n\n\n