My husband and I will celebrate our wedding anniversary in a few days, and I’m feeling sentimental.
I wrote this poem for him last year, reproduced here with permission.
Under the olive tree.
I want to marry you
again but this time
we would say I do
under that big olive tree
in October
I’d have a bouquet of tulips
and we would be sprinkled
with star-shaped confetti
our feet covered
in black dirt and chicken poop
we’d laugh and your smile would be all
I see outside of your giving heart
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[Feature image by Julia Sakelli from Pexels.]
