two strands strong, three unbreakable
according to scripture, the old testimonial
inspiration woven into our lives
with romantic embellishment
spun from a preacher’s words.
We kept an invitation from our wedding day
in a frame, hung it on our bedroom wall
as a daily reminder of the ongoing occasion,
which we enhanced with an inimitable piece
of that stranded cord not easily broken
and lovingly spun: we invited, we wed,
but it was you who framed, reminded, enhanced.
We needed this cue
in our feeble youth, and in the sharpness of age
we need it still, something more to celebrate
than fading photographs and anniversaries
and this is true: my need is yours,
your need is ours, what time will never fade.
The snapshots are in boxes, the memories
are gathering dust, but the braided truth remains.
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