Connecting The Dots

My Love Marilyn,

Years ago today, was a beginning,
that continues to be, but different and new,
each day providing life's horizon hue.

We've marked our days with holidays past,
with hills climbed and a love to the test,
at times, longed for circumstantial rest.

The tree grows, drawn by the sun to heights above,
growing days and pretty days combine together
with wind and still to grow that which doesn't wither.

Our tender sprout of a love born years ago today,
and nurtured just so by each other and the Son,
still grows lending shade, shelter and beauty just begun.

Love B