Sunday, February 14, 2016

Grow Old with Me

Five years ago we planted our life
In one pot when I became your wife.
Roots have dug strong and deep
So what was sown, we will reap.


Solid and straight it has grown,
A pattern impossible to clone.
Weathering storms and time,
Higher it continues to climb.


Branching and blooming it goes;
Our care and time of it shows.
As we see our love blossom and spread,
Grow old with me in the many years ahead.


-Lisa Rodenberry 6.30.2011

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