2011 file photo. Author not responsible for the photo editing.
And now for something completely different.
In honor of my wife’s birthday, I present high art. Wait, no, scratch that — just haiku. And not the great kind with birds or flowers or natural waterways. Sorry.]
Milady’s birthday
Her true age, a shared secret
Looks timeless to me
Married eight years now
Known each other twenty-five
Still she endures me
Kindness, sweetness, joy
Memory, patience, temper
She beats me in all
Each day is a gift
So glad she never asks me
“Where’s the gift receipt?”
Time together paused
Birthday fell on a work day
Stupid calendar
Our big weekend plan:
Crown Hill Cemetery tour
Birthday with the dead
Happy birthday, dear
The weekend shall soon be ours
Time enough at last!
P.S.: I love you
Love, love, love, love, love, love, love
Did I mention love?
[Ma’am, I hope you appreciate the effort. This was HARD. My hat’s off to those sincere poets who can conjure visions of lush fields, verdant forests, and evocative affirmations with just a few well-chosen keystrokes.]
[Special thanks to the WordPress Daily Post for inspiration.]
Happy Birthday to your wife! Loved the poetic-isms.
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I enjoyed this post, especially the haiku about “where’s the gift receipt” – a good point, and a poetic way to say it. I know what you mean about birthdays falling during the work week – My husband and I are a day apart in early August and his job as a football videographer means we celebrate in July….this year he worked all day on both our birthdays, so I can realate to “time together paused”. Thanks for sharing this!
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My pleasure, and thanks for reading! Waiting to celebrate those special days together is never fun, but can’t be helped sometimes. When the free time was ours at last, we certainly made the most of it, and her happy reaction tells me the haiku certainly didn’t hurt. I think she liked it better than her presents!
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Probably – a gift from the heart is always to be treasured:)
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