Tucked away in a drawer – you have to think this was a treasure Jill kept!
In 1994, for Christmas I wrote her a poem. We have, for a number of years, not been in need of anything. Other than love! This was my Christmas present to her that year.
I seldom say all I wish I could,
More seldom say all I should!
Endurance in struggles of new directions,
Lasting through our children’s corrections,
Preparation of culinary delights,
Companionship though days and nights
These all are signs of love unbounded,
By that love I am surrounded.
Thank you, my lover, my wife!