In prep for our Landlord coming in to fit our new bathroom & mould resistant Wallpaper ( our building was built in the 1800's) we were moving stuff out of the bedroom. We emptied under our bed. There were boxes still packed from 3 moves in 2 years or something like that. In them were relics from our past. Like DH's medal for his cycling marathon, My tag from stay at hospital. Ashamed to say the goody bag my hubby made me for afterbirth. ( I will use those bath bombs tonight honey)
Here it is:
A Poem for Mark
When I think back
over
The times we’ve
shared
I can’t help but
smile.
You make me happy
The happiest I’ve
been
You make the world
make sense
When I see it through your eyes
I am floating high in
the sky
Because you love me
Flaws and all.
When I think back
over
The times we’ve
shared
I can’t help but
smile.
Written by Lucy
Benton circa 2008.
4 comments:
Love the poem- thks for sharing it with us:) The pics you choose for the top of your blog is incredibly eye-catching!!
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How sweet of your husband to make you a goody bag. That warms my heart, Princess Poet. (I'm another P.P. from the Blog Comment Club).
Very sweet! :)
That is really sweet of your husband to make you a goody bag. And that poem just melted my heart. Its wonderful when we find such treasures when we go through our things and even more wonderful to have such a treasure in your spouse <3
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