Elise Skidmore

Anniversaries always have us walking down memory lane. The older we get, the more we treasure those memories. They are precious gifts that lift and motivate us when life throws us a curve. I am so grateful to have such a vast collection of love and good times, and a wonderful man to share them with.

Memories Yet to Come

Tomorrow makes it 47 years of wedded bliss.
Mostly bliss, anyway.
You can't go through life without
tripping over the occasional stumbling block.
But love has always gotten us through;
when one of us needs a hand,
the other is always there to grab hold.
Burdens shared are burdens halved;
joys shared are multiplied.
Not to be cliché, 
but we complement each other,
the yin and yang.
That's why we've shared this lifetime,
and will again, in lifetimes yet to come.
We were meant to be.
I look forward to all
the memories yet to come.

Elise Skidmore ©2023

As I was thinking about all these memories, I thought this poem from my first book, Poems From The Edge of Spring, was still very apt. I hope you’ll enjoy revisiting it with me.