Another year has passed, my love, <br />And now it's twenty five: <br />The total years our marriage has <br />Been true, and been alive. <br /> <br />We've moved a dozen times in all, <br />And shared good times with bad. <br />We've traveled many thousand miles. <br />Adventures, we have had. <br /> <br />Nine children have been born to us, <br />And one grandchild, as well. <br />We're in McLean three years by now. <br />It seems like quite a spell. <br /> <br />My job has separated us <br />Each year from time to time. <br />Let's hope New York will be the last <br />Occasion for such rhyme. <br /> <br />Last year it was Geneva, <br />With the work on Law of Sea, <br />That kept the miles between us <br />On our anniversary. <br /> <br />This year that same old group is in <br />New York, and so am I; <br />But 'ere this day is over, <br />I'll be with you, at your side. <br /> <br />With this in mind, I went to find, <br />And found a silver chain, <br />With twenty-five connecting links; <br />To us they appertain. <br /> <br />One link, each year that we have lived, <br />Together, hand in hand. <br />Those links to mark the lives we've shared, <br />As, side by side, we stand. <br /> <br />It's silver, and it's twenty five. <br />It marks our years of love. <br />So, wear it well. We give our thanks <br />To Father up above.<br /><br />Frank V. Gardner<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/chain-of-twenty-five/
