This is another follow up to my marriage posts "I'm Not In Love with you Anymore." If you missed, go read Part 1 and Part 2.
(This is my mom and dad on their wedding day, Sept. 10, 1966)Here is a poem that my dad wrote in 1975. It was the year I was born. I am okay with the fact that I probably caused the need for a gardener. It goes hand-in-hand with the whole "Oops, I guess we're having a third child." But I'm totally okay with that too especially since I have an "oops baby" and I totally dig her.
STARTING OVER
Where are all the flowers we grew here yesterday?
Did we forget to feed them? Have they really gone away?
It's awfully hard to tell for sure, with all these weeds around.
I think they must still be here, somewhere in the ground.
It sparkled in the moonlight and glistened in the dawn.
Was yesterday so long ago that we forgot to care?
Did we let our flowers die? It doesn't seem quite fair.
Maybe if we talk to them, and to each other, too.
Maybe if we take the time to pull a weed or two,
Maybe we can change our yard to what it used to be.
Do you think it's worth it, being gardeners, you and me?
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