(Poem 275 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)
9 years ago,
I promised to
continue writing
a love story
with you
for the span
of the rest
of our lives.
I walked
down a grass aisle
to a tree canopy
and exchanged vows
in the presence
of our people
while the sun
set.
It was a Thursday,
and white
lights were strung
in the tree
so we
could celebrate
falling in love
after dark.
@Home Studio – 275th poem of the year
(Poem 152 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)
“Long live the Rose that grew”
and shared her life with you,
a man of principles and strength,
a man who’ll go to any length
to be your rock who is stable
and always put food on the table.
Long live the man who knew
that his love for Rose was true,
a woman of conviction and force,
a woman who looks good on a horse,
who would battle on your behalf
and knows how to make you laugh.
@Home Studio – 152nd poem of the year
Shakur, Tupac. The Rose That Grew from Concrete. New York: Pocket Books, 2009.
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