Will My Wishes Suffice?

A piece of verse

cannot suffice

an anniversary celebration.

A line of praise

cannot compensate

thirty odd years of companionship.

Yet, when I look back

and reflect

on emotions shared,

on bonds sealed,

on memories stored

within the capsule of time,

I cannot but feel

the warmth of this unique relationship

penetrate my very soul.

Teaching the first lesson

called life,

gently holding onto

my little finger

till the tiny seed

sprouted into a sapling,

a plant and then into a tree

to miraculously provide shade

for another generation of humanity.

Today, as I observe

their wedding day

I realize that this little girl

is as old as their marriage.

That’s a lot of water

flown under the bridge of time.

The bell chimes again

ushering in another year

wherein I bow down humbly

in gratitude for the love

I received all these years.

Yet, as the wonderful day

strolls in once again

I wonder:

Will wishing one surviving parent

a happy wedding anniversary

be equivalent to opening wounds

of happy memories

that dwell in the misty corners of a lonely mind? 

(On the occasion of my parent’s wedding anniversary. My mother incidentally passed away in the year 2006.)