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The Gift of the Fourth Year

Posted by Brent Ridge on


Hands sewing two pieces of leather together.

Every time

I bared my soul

You were there to buckle me in

Every time

I needed to get something off my chest

You gave me a place to write it down

Every time

I walked a mile in someone else’s shoes

You made sure that I went the distance

Every time

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.

Year 1

Year 2

Year 3

Year 4

Year 5

Year 6


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