by Florence Schloneger
I’ve wondered at the odds — the likelihood
a hymnal shared would make it all begin.
We dated once, but after that it took
a year before he called me back again.
So I was shocked with how he greeted me,
“Uh … Happy Anniversary!” The gall —
as if he thought the next a certainty!
We stumbled into spring as I recall,
awash in nature’s warmth became a team.
We hiked old trails, held hands beneath the moon,
discovered woodlands dripping rain and dreams,
sat breathless in the dark as sunrise bloomed.
Years passed, earth taught us constancy and trust,
and still we walk each day to keep in touch.