the saint's first wife said

My wife very thoughtfully finds meaningful poetry for me on our special occasions... this is from her Valentine's Day card for me today:

I woke to a face not looking at me

but at the bird that settled on your wrist,

lured by food, its trust, for once, was rewarded

you offered the bird everything you had.

I remember. That's how it began

with us: you held out your hand; I took it.

 

[G. E. Patterson. -from Tug]

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[M.Issahak]

Wow...it's awesome. You make me cry. because i am not with my family now.