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Wednesday, April 22, 2015

Borrowed Dress Wedding

A borrowed dress wedding
turned an August night
into forty five years.

We beat the odds every time
life bet against gold bands.

Love might sound pretty
in a bed of roses, but dandelions
can grow when the path is full of stones.

©Susie Clevenger 2015

NaPoWriMo ~ Day 22

17 comments :

Hannah said...

Amazing...I love the opening and the odds, too...expressed well in your closing. Beautiful, Susie!

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

Marriage is the great adventure, and the dandelions can be just as beautiful as the roses, as well as hardier and more useful!

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Fantastic. I love the hardiness of dandelions and the pluck and love it takes to rock it for 45 years.

Other Mary said...

The best kind of love. Congrats on 45 years.

Björn Rudberg said...

What a delightful when love can thrive as dandelions. Perfect like everlasting love.

Vandana Sharma said...

Love needs nutrition of love only even if in minuscule quantity.

rallentanda said...

Loved this.The best love survives in dandelions and stones. Very insightful response.

Gillena Cox said...

ahh yes quite a gamble, this love/marriage equation

nice write

much love...

Debi Swim said...

Beautiful thoughts Susie. Marriage with muscle!

Marian said...

Awwww.

grapeling said...

really like that last verse, Susie ~

Outlawyer said...

Lovely, Susie, and congratulations! k.

Fireblossom said...

I love dandies. And this.

Mama Zen said...

Oh, I love this!

Kerry O'Connor said...

A true love indeed! Your comparison is beautifully expressed, Susie.

ayala said...

True love! Congrats!

Jim said...

Love it, Susie. It rings of ours, 42 now.
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