I bared my soul
You were there to buckle me in
I needed to get something off my chest
You gave me a place to write it down
I walked a mile in someone else’s shoes
You made sure that I went the distance
I carried a weight on my shoulders
You took some of the load
And every time
I look down at my wrist
And feel your grip
I will remind myself that there is not enough time
There will never be enough time
The gift of the fourth year is leather.
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.