Of Fifty Years

I remember the days

When you cut it twice

And it was still too short

Those fingers that have been hacked

And sawed

And bruised

They created beauty

If all weddings

And wishes

Continued on together

I remember the days

Cooking together

Side by side in the kitchen

Those dishes that have been envisioned

And perfected

And served

They create a family

If all of us tried

And triumphed

Over our shortcomings

I remember breakfast

Always on the table

And a good book

Always within reach

I remember digging in the sand

Time draining with every shell

And sailing on the sea

Time fleeing with the sun

Memories

Grouping together

Forming a picture

Focusing all the pieces

To the center

Of fifty years

Together

To my dear Grandparents who have been married for fifty years. I hope someday I can say the same. I love you both so very much.