poems

Blessed Years

Blessed are the years . . .

and us.

As I gaze into the treasure chest of

Seventy Golden Years, I see:

Two lives lived as one,

Blessed with all the joys ever

hoped for or imagined,

Good fortune beyond measure,

And ever-increasing happiness.

To all this I add a lifetime

of gratitude to you who filled

that Treasure Chest with all

these blessings—and more.

With loving memory of that blessed

Easter Day, April 9, 1944

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