Photo credit: Joyce E. Johnson
BRIDGING OUR LIVES, TOGETHER
Like flood waters rushing beneath a bridge,
so too have the years, behind us raced by.
We think back to a moment in time, and say,
“Do you remember that? The place?
What we did, where we were, the day?”
Our children we raised together, and prayed
through every situation, the happy, and sad.
Albums and boxes are full of those times;
the photos and mementoes of places we’ve gone,
of our children born, grown, and raised,
the vacations taken, miles traveled and logged,
family dinners, holidays, grandchildren’s births.
Even the spontaneous and randomly unplanned,
those we look back as if they happened today.
All is recorded in the margins of our lives,
filled in the pages of journals, and poems.
So, it is on this momentous day and time
We stand here blessed on that bridge of life
Thankful we can remember all gone by.
poem by: Joyce E. Johnson (July 16, 2013)
Happy wedding anniversary to my husband, Wayne
with love, on our 47 years of marriage, today (July 16, 2013)