Twenty-five Years Wed
Steven Wittenberg Gordon
Said the husband: How lucky I that I have you my bride! We built a home and raised children there together. Our son is strong, and our daughter is beautiful.
Said the wife: And yet I held you back even as I held you to my heart and our children to my bosom. You could have been so much more--wealthy and powerful.
Said the husband: You and our children are my wealth, more valuable to me than gold; and as for power, the only kind I crave is the power of our everlasting love.
Said the wife: But I am beyond the bearing of children now. My womb shall be forever barren; my breasts devoid of milk; and my looks already begin to fade.
Said the husband: Our son and daughter are all the heirs I desire; to add to them would only take away. And as for your looks, you appear as the laurel, ever lithe and green.
Said the wife: Ha! Flatterer! My hair is streaked with white and my face already begins to show the signs of nearly fifty summers, lined with age and old.
Said the husband: Not so! For your hair is as the laurel in winter kissed with snow, and your countenance merely records your every smile--a delight to my heart.
Said the wife: Then you would be content to live another quarter century as my mate, despite the inevitable decline in strength and stature we must face?
Said the husband: I would be yours for half a century and more and forever in spirit in the great beyond. For with you I have everything; without you I have nothing.
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