It All Began This Month

It was May the third my life took flight

A rainy day but light that night

Imagining a future bright

With my lover in a gown of white

Inducted to the adult world

heads filled with grown-up thinking swirled

Eager to enter that new dream world

Stepping hand in hand with fingers curled

Reality soon demanded focus

No movie scenes or hocus pocus

The magic we created wasn't bogus

Two kids to love was quite a bonus

Now I embrace what's left of my wife so dear

Holding her close so she can hear

The words I murmur in her ear

This month will be our fifty-eighth year