I love my wife.
Sorry to get all soppy, but I do.
She still sometimes sends me cards for no particular reason and yesterday, she sent me one with a poem inside, which I am going to reproduce here.
Words are such wonderful things- they flex like muscles and can hold you in their tender embrace.
We have our list of dreams
Of sunsets and adventures
And our bags are packed
One with troubles
One with hopes
And tea bags
And good music
Medicine for the soul
Some friends will expect news
Pack the address book too
Are we ready?
Do not forget the map
And the itinerary-
Some adventure
And some stillness
We climb into the week
And head off
Let me carry your bag of troubles
I’ll meet you at the weekend
In a cafe with yellow walls
That feels like home
We’ll dream again
Share memories of the week
And smile in the family album
MG March 2010