Love is locked fingers
A thousand pin pricks
and
blood tests
Countless trips to the E.R.
Love is sixty-three
years of smiles
in the morning
and calm evenings of
good night
And one
I’ll really miss you
when you’re
gone
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Love is locked fingers
A thousand pin pricks
and
blood tests
Countless trips to the E.R.
Love is sixty-three
years of smiles
in the morning
and calm evenings of
good night
And one
I’ll really miss you
when you’re
gone
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This is beautiful and bittersweet, and the photo is perfectly fitting. While I walked my dogs yesterday, I passed an elderly couple holding hands. That image of enduring love always gives me hope. Wonderfully written!
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Thanks, Adelie, the picture is of my parents. They ALWAYS walk with little fingers entwined.
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Oh my goodness, that makes this even more special!!!! You just made my heart melt even more!
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May Day is a good day for a little heart melting. I appreciate your thoughts. Hope you got some flowers on this special day. Alicia
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I do love photos like this. Shows that sometimes it does last. That’s a nice thought, even if I’m not one of the ones it happened for. Also, your poem expresses the sentiment beautifully.
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Thanks. The couple walking are my mom and dad. Still married after 63 years. Cool, eh?
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Lovely poem, and the photo is just right.
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Thank you, twice.
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This is so beautiful and true.
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