We met in our teens

Bubbly with our hopes and our dreams

You looked at me

And I smiled.

Until I was twenty, we dated

One night you spontaneously stated

That you wanted me

To be your wife.

By thirty we were married

My father had been buried

We had three kids

With one on the way.

At forty things got shaky

Both our hearts were achy

For something

Or someone else.

At fifty, things were settled

We were no longer nettled

We had realized

That we had all we ever wanted.

By sixty, all six kids were married

My mother had been buried

We had three grandbabies

And two on the way.

By seventy, we were retired

Three dogs had been acquired

We were on in our years

But didn’t let that stop us.

By eighty, we had a different kind of job

Babysitting that mob of grandbabies

The count is up to twelve

And I think we’re expecting a great…

By ninety, we knew our time was ending

We had accepted that death was pending

I held your hand as you let go

As you left me on this earth alone.

I’m one-hundred and have yet to die

But all I ever do is cry

I miss you, my love, so I close my eyes

And take my final breath of life…

I see you now, once again

You see me and you grab my hand

Your smile says everything I want to hear

Thank you for making my life wonderful, my dear.