To JoAnne on Our 20th Anniversary

 To Jo Anne on July 22, 2009

Our 20th Anniversary

By Teak Kilmer

 

 

When I am with you, I am

When I am not with you

I think of you and I am

 

I see you in the garden

my heart lifts. I am happy for you

you tend and weed me too

 

I rub you when you hurt

make dinners; remove the trash

even when I am scarcely present

 

because these and more are

due you no matter the wage

A thought of you propels me

 

I am with you and I am

Comments

  1. Julie JeatranAugust 20, 2022 at 10:01 PM

    Sweet love poem!

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  2. JoAnne KilmerAugust 26, 2022 at 12:21 PM

    Here it is 13 years later, and I still love and appreciate this poem!

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  3. AnonymousOctober 17, 2022 at 7:36 AM

    This is a beautiful and heartfelt love poem.❤️

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  4. AnonymousJuly 25, 2023 at 3:04 PM

    This is a true love poem in its simplest form. Lucky JoAnne to have such a treasure!

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