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The Gift of the First Year

Posted by Brent Ridge on


Stack of paper with frayed edges.

PAPER

The gift of the first year

Is paper

 

Paper?

 

The stuff that

Lines birdcages

Wraps fish

Spews from the printer in a never-ending stream of work

Blows down the canyons of New York City on a cold winter day

Overflows the can at the corner of West Fourth and Jones Street

 

That

 

Gets ink our your fingers on a beautiful Sunday morning

Is a template for the knowledge of the ages

Is a canvas for the likes of Rembrandt and Degas

Streams down at the stroke of midnight in Time Square in celebration

Enshrouds even the smallest gift with anticipation

And records the precious thoughts of one lover to the other?

 

Ah…

 

Paper!!!

 

 

Each year I write a poem to commemorate our wedding anniversary using the traditional anniversary gift as the inspiration. Click the links below to read the series so far.

Year 1

Year 2

Year 3

Year 4

Year 5

Year 6


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