TO PAUL
On Christmas Day, 2023
Today we celebrate year thirty-eight
Of Christmases together, Sweet’–my all,
My love, my spouse–the one I found of late.
My love today dost sound to thee a call.
On year the first of Christmases we spent
Together, dear, we drove to Mississip’
For me to meet thy parents. There a dent
In “baching” it wast made. For sure a nip
In bud for baching it occurred, for soon
Proposal followed for our lifelong merge
In wedded bliss: I reached for the moon!
Ye brought to me a love indeed, a surge!
I wish thee well, year thirty-eight of bliss.
In this love poem today, I proffer kiss!
12/25/2023