Honey, Back Then
We have so much to look forward to but as our 47th-anniversary approaches,
I have been looking back and thinking about the beginning moments before
we met. I remember the moment I spotted you in the church pew in front of me. I do not remember the color of your attire, but I do recall the style of
your hair. I would like to think and anticipate that what started out as ''Honey" will end as "Honey". I do not remember why, but "Honey" is the 'love word' we
began calling each other back then. And I do not know how long it took for us to really qualify for the use of the word "Honey". And although other words
were also fitting, it was never baby, darling, sugar, or sweety. You still remind me of my grandmother Mary who was my greatest fan when I was
growing up. You still remind me of my mother Georgianna who was always gentle, kind, and supportive of me. I don't suppose honey farmers can avoid
bees any more than rose pickers can avoid thorns, and after all these years, thorn pricks and bee stings would apply, but I'm still in love with the "Honey".
05102019PoSoupContest, Dial It Back, Maureen McGreavy
To my wife: Our 47th Anniversary
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