Nuptial Knowledge

It is our wedding anniversary today.  Anniversary is such a beautiful word.  Let us break it into parts, dear reader, so that we may glean the golden nuggets of meaning that shimmer within.

Anni which means never forget 

 ver which means or 

 sary which means your life is in peril.

 



As my mind wanders back through the crags, past foggy curtains and through the dusty unused corners of my brain, a few thoughts surface, glimmering like a school of anchovies swimming through the oil clogged surface of the Gulf of Mexico.



Back then he was the man of my dreams...

Now

He interrupts my dreams with his snoring and I, in turn interrupt his dreams with the gentle stirring of the covers as I unconsciously set free my extraneous air in a ladylike manner.




Back then he made my heart race...

Now

We race for the remote and as our hands touch he frantically tries to find ESPN as I search for Law and Order reruns and after the melee we fall, panting on the couch, our hearts beating like the jungle drums on the NatGeo channel.






Back then we thought that love made the world go round...

Now

We know that love of underbaked chocolate chip cookies with a dollop of Dreyers double vanilla ice cream make both the world and our bodies go round.

Back then we thought that love was blind

Now

We are both blind without our stinkin' glasses and grateful to be blind on a more or less regular basis.

Back then we thought that love meant never having to say you're sorry...

Just kidding, neither of us was ever that stupid.

A body part apart

Tribute to a Family Member

By Laraine F. Eddington

The fact that it rhymes

quite precisely with "dumb"

does not excuse

disrespect of the thumb.

A lonely fellow

he dwells apart

among digit kin.

(It must break his heart!)

He turns his back.

How it disappoints

to be the only one

short a joint.

But fingers, unaided

are quite maladroit

and poor thumb

unabashedly exploit.

Each fingerly move

demands the brain

send help from thumb

to aid and retain.

Oh thumb, neglected

since I sucked thee dry

in those tender years.

(Comfort did supply.)

But now thou art

encased in a cast

rendered useless

by fiberglass.

I promise I

will love thee better

when thou art free,

released of fetter.

My indisposable

opposable

thumb!