Sitting in our garden, I rest thoughtful on our past fifteen married years my love. We saw many places, many sunsets.But home is were i find the soulful meaning of our life.You reading, me taking in the beauty of your work, the flowers, plants and shrubs, the pots of colour the hanging baskets, that you tendered bringing nature to life.I gaze in mid afternoon sunshine, at the pink plant that the bees love buzzing from, stem to stem. Spiders webs softly glisten the wind blows them, the silken threads shimmer. The yellow rose, is pale in beauty next to you, for the most perfect picture to me is you devoted wife love to you always. Happy anniversary dear Margaret yours Michael.
Michael Cochrane ©
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Dear Thomas thanks very much yours michael