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 elseโ€™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.

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