July 14th is Bastille Day, the French National Day commemorating the beginning of the French Revolution in 1789. (I believe the folks mark the occasion with fireworks.)
One hundred eighty four years later, in l973, my husband and I were married. There are still a few fireworks.
That was forty-two years ago; by God’s grace alone (and my husband’s persistence and loyalty) we are still married.
I wrote this poem in 2002 after a visit to ‘home’–Southern California–and realized home is where my husband is. Yep, it’s true.
Your smile, your arms, your lips.
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