[Note: This was a poem written for my husband one Valentine’s day.]
When I was sixteen,
though we never met
I made you my universe-
everything in life to me
And I worshiped you.
At age twenty-one,
after we met
you became my galaxy-
knowing so much more than me
and I adored you.
At age twenty-nine
with our daughter still young
you wrapped your love
around us — a security blanket.
You were my gift from heaven.
At age thirty-seven
when illness struck-
you were my Hercules
holding me up when I almost fell.
And I was grateful you didn’t give up.
At age forty-three
you became my adviser
holding on — but not too tight.
You let me breathe.
For this I truly loved you.
Now at fifty-two
I no longer
worship or adore —
I love the man
who allowed me
the freedom to grow.
Thank you.
Sharon Palmeri
Copyright Library of Congress 2001
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