Every morning Garrison Keillor’s “Writer’s Almanac” is delivered to my inbox. From that newsletter, I have become acquainted with so many poets who cheered me on my way each day and guided my choices for the Poetry section of my library (Dewey Decimal system 811 – 821)…
Today’s selection, by one of my favorite poets, inspired me to share it with you…
It’s Husband’s birthday today–63 years old. I have done so much gushing about him on this blog that you already know that I am rather fond of him.
Happy Birthday, Michael Ray Casey! And Many More!
To my Dear and Loving Husband
A Poem by Anne Bradstreet
If ever two were one, then surely we.
If ever man were lov’d by wife, then thee.
If ever wife was happy in a man,
Compare with me, ye women, if you can.
I prize thy love more than whole Mines of gold
Or all the riches that the East doth hold.
My love is such that Rivers cannot quench,
Nor ought but love from thee give recompetence.
Thy love is such I can no way repay.
The heavens reward thee manifold, I pray.
Then while we live, in love let’s so persever
That when we live no more, we may live ever.
(I am on my way to the chiropractor…is it my back or my hip? We will soon know. Way to celebrate, huh?)
It came scurrying out of the corner of my kitchen counter top as I was doing dishes…
I saw the movement and stepped back,
ascertained it was something big and quick,
shrieked, jumped waayy back,about 5 feet,
and watched as it came rappelling down the stove,
and scrambled across the floor,
two pairs of hairy legs up, two pairs down,
suddenly stopping at the leg of my kitchen island.
It looked up at me and glared…
I glared back…said nothing,
just turned my back and walked away,
sneaking a stealthy glance back
to make sure I wasn’t being followed…
(I don’t kill spiders…it’s a karma thing)