Of course any English major knows that writers, perhaps because of their beleaguered early years, have nothing up on car salesmen, realtors, or grain dealers in terms of ethical behavior.
They built this marriage as one They sensed a need, they searched, They found each other. Said, “We’ll build on solid rock, Full in the teeth of storms That Life will hurl at us. Where winds of public pressure Howl–demanding that we bend– We shall stand unbending.”
They placed love-stone on love-stone With care-full hearts. They built For strength by leaning in, Encircling their love with walls That have no end. They topped This edifice of love with One Central Light. Transparently they prismed out This Light: two directions, One purpose, guiding, Enlightening by being.
They tend this monument That it may never crumble. We can’t conceive its non- Existence; surely it Has always been there. We Thank them, though we know They did not build for us: Their love’s completeness Stands before us.
(My parents celebrated their 50th on 26 July, 2002. Ten years later they celebrated the 60th. My father passed away the next year, but well after 61st. I’m not totally satisfied with it, but I don’t think it becomes better after almost 20 years…unless it’s rewritten entirely. I’m having a bit of frustration trying to get WordPress to do what I want. I want the poem to be in the center of the page, but to be left-justified for instance. And one of the lines is supposed to be broken across two physical lines, a la Shakespeare, but WP takes out the spaces I put in to make it so.)