Christine K. Trease
Loving Partners - Poem by Christine K. Trease
That special twinkle in your eye of many years gone by.
The silver threads laid through your hair, the tired in your sigh.
Your wrinkled face tells stories of worries long ago.
So many years of trials, how we made it, I don't know.
Your hands are aged and tattered, from endless loving labor.
Unselfishly you carried out each and every favor.
The things we shared, deeply we cared, we made it, you and I.
I reminisce..., nothing we missed, in all our years gone by.
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