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december twenty first

Photo credit: Andy Magee ( via Magpie Tales )
the best thing about us
is not how we met
or how we danced

it isn't how we love
or how we long
or how we laugh

it is certainly not
how we fight
or how we forget

and as beautiful as they are
it isn't the children
we've made together

or how we expertly handle
every crisis or 90 mph curveball
they throw our way

i wish i could tell you
it is our ability to weather storms
shaken but unbroken

and how we rise up
from every defeat
stronger than ever

no. 
the best thing about us
is that we remain

in each other's arms
at each other's side
We Are

Rene ~ December 16, 2012


Comments

  1. smiles...finishing together is a beautiful thing....no matter what, together...nice rene

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  2. 'Til the end o' the world! *clink*

    Bravo!

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  3. A lovely poem .. a poem about love!

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  4. Well, I would buy that greeting card, Rene! Fabulous sentiment, artfully written.

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  5. ...aww, so sweet... growing together 'til the very end.... how inspiring and affecting to read... thank you for the poem... smiles...

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  6. Powerful image of the journey , Rene, have a good one

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  7. The way it should be.....a love that passes the test of time....congratulations Rene....you are one of the few.

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  8. Very kool. As long as we finish together. Excellente!

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  9. Excellent write! Thanks for sharing!

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  10. nice piece, lots of great meaning in here. I do hope the prophecies are incorrect though.

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  11. Assured and full of feeling that touches

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