|My husband Tim and I just celebrated our 26th wedding
anniversary. We exchanged cards, Tim gave me flowers and took me out to
supper. Over the years we've both changed and grown. Long ago
anniversaries and birthdays came and went without a word from him. I
finally put my foot down and apparently, he's never forgotten it. He's a
wonderful and dear man, I love him more than he'll ever know.
I came across this poem in my "Amish Home Cooking With Elsa" cookbook. No title or author but appropriate for the day.
|Have you ever thought how much your wife
So fair and young today,
Will do the common workday tasks
'Til her silver wedding day?
Twenty-five years, let's figure it out....
Wash thirteen hundred times
And laundry isn't a beauty shop,
Nor tuneful a washtub's rhyme.
Nine Thousand one hundred and twenty-five
Mornings she'll make the beds -
Sweep the floor and tidy the room
And see that the family is fed.
Three times a day - that's twenty-seven
Thousand three hundred and seventy-five meals
And for years and years from 5 to 9
Children tagging around her heels.
And then the ironing every week -
That's thirteen hundred again.
And the buttons that have to be sewn on
And rips and tears to mend.
Housecleaning time each spring and fall,
And the canning - why no one knows
What a woman does in twenty-five years
Just for her board and clothes.