Tuesday, May 19, 2020
On the Occasion of Turning 17 Plus 45
You,
you looked so fine in that uniform
you could have been a sailor,
but we didn’t change the world
quite fast enough for that.
We failed only at staying together,
star-crossed, not stardust,
not golden,
more like hardened steel
slowly rusting, yet
still shining 45 years later.
We already knew at 17 that life
was a series of survivals.
I wrote of you often that year,
you were on every other page.
I know this,
I was happy when I turned 17,
my happiness was you.
This is the world we live in,
separated,
lived,
loved with others
all the while the age of 17
never forgot.
You,
you look so fine.
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You've seemingly made time stand still, at your behest.
Carefully sifting through the contents of this chest.
The cedar scent has long faded, though not forgotten;
even scents could be conjured, had you sought when,
but today's for lifting the lid on only the very best.
You sure do occasions up right. Happy Birthday, Mike.
Thank You Mr. Todd. I woke up with this in my head and I grabbed my notebook. She was in ROTC when we met, she talked me into joining and then her mother took her counties away and we lost each other for so many years. Yes, much going on here, life in its splendor and surprise.
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