When I married nearly 30 years ago – it was with the intention of forever (as I assume most marriages start). But no one could have adequately explained to me what that would feel like, look like, smell like, or be like.
My mother wrote poetry. My eldest niece is a published poet. My husband’s grandmother loved poetry. But truthfully, I don’t “get” most poetry (however I do enjoy some Henry Wadsworth Longfellow – like The Wreck of the Hesperus and Evangeline). I am not a poet (even though I did enjoy writing Haiku in the seventh grade).
But with thirty of years of marriage approaching in the next few weeks, some words come to mind that describe these last thirty years. A study in opposites – I view none of them as negative.
Me, You, Us
It’s not Longfellow, but it’s my heart. Maybe I could like some poetry…