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To Denise

Our Time

 _______

Nineteen years              

                     When we first met,                                  

                                              A hill we found 

                                                           That we did set.

Around that hill

                       We did make,

                                          A fence of wood

                                                              That’s kept us safe.

And in the centre

                       Of our mound,

                                   A tree did grow

                                                        Up from the ground.

A tree that we

                       Did raise with love,

                                           That shelters us

                                                                    From storms above. 

Over our hill                    

                     The sun has woke

                                                 And in short time

                                                                        Twilight has broke.

And under our tree

                         We have lain,

                                           Watching day & night

                                                                   Wax and wain;

During long summers

                             We watched Monarchs fly,

                                                     Around our heads

                                                                        Under Heaven’s eye;

In the cold of night

                          When the Sun was misplaced,

                                                      Flasks of light

                                                                          Have kept us safe. 

Under betroth                         

                     A decade ago,

                                           Juliet’s mansion 

                                                                Became our own.

Our shelter of walls,

                           Roof, and doors,

                                              Has been our castle

                                                                  Between the wars.

It’s kept us safe

                        From the winter wind,

                                                   And given us the strength

                                                                                       To face the world.

And in that mansion

                          Built of love,

                                              We are close

                                                                  As hand in glove. 

Sometimes by day

                           We close the blinds,  

                                                  They’re the times  

                                                                       We want to hide.

Other times

                     We set them aside,

                                               To find what lies

                                                                       Beyond our eyes

.And now and then

                             The world we could see,

                                                           Was not as nice

                                                                            As it could be.

Those times were hard

                             We could have split,

                                                 Yet we’ve stuck together

                                                                                  Through thin and thick. 

And now the heavens 

                                Have moved with zeal, 

                                                           A new life we see 

                                                                                   That we can feel.Joy!

A rose is planted

                                 On our hill,

                                                 And now we find

                                                                            A life to fill.

Our rose we’ll feed

                             And water well,

                                                   So day by day 

                                                                          She will excel.

And with a fair wind

                                 Behind our shroud,

                                                         Our baby ‘ll grow

                                                                                    To make us proud. 

Yet, alas, some day

                              We’ll have run our race,

                                                               And we’ll cross the fence 

                                                                                           To a distant place.

And on that hill

                                Our child we’ll depart,

                                                             With love in mind

                                                                                      And love in heart.

And that mansion

                              That we did build,

                                                          Will always be strong

                                                                                            To shelter our child.

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