Eighteen years ago today
We walked down the isle
and were scared to death,
each of us, for our own reasons.
Our legs may not be as limber
as these two love birds,
but we don’t care.
Love doesn’t keep track of
those kinds of things.
We each take our turn
at editing the verbiage on
the back of the marriage license,
because we invent new ‘responsibilities’
for each other.
And we laugh a lot
because that’s just how we roll at our house.
We’re more in love now
than we ever imagined.
We still walk hand in hand,
share lunch together almost every day,
respect and trust one another,
and look forward to what tomorrow brings,
because we know we’ll be in this
–Deborah L. Tisch
Of all the poetry I’ve written this month,
this one was by far the easiest.