So this Irish son of immigrants married
the daughter of Norwegians
and he from a line that ended faltering
and she from the small Minnesota towns
lost in dust.
The years have passed, the wrinkles grown,
the children strong.
What are we…you, my love, and I
but the fabric that has made my life a joy.
I wish I could say my thoughts better
my heart fills with so much
and I turn to try to say
how very much I care.
gallagher
13 Jan 83
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
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