Visionary Poem to my Husband, Ronnie
Today I was dreaming--Ronald, my husband popped not my head.
Then--I remembered our time on the Spirit of New York Dinner Cruises.
That was our First Anniversary Day.
Family and Friends gathered.
We toasted the event with Spirtzers; flowing over glass.
The day had sun light that shown bright. And the river flowed mild; not rough,
like shining glass; so smooth.
So, that we felt peaceful and light.
After, we were back on the deck; where we started.
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