January 25, 1981

we got married at Butler Hall one of those restaurants

on top of the city so high you see and see.  I drew a wedding

dress and Carmen made it Peter wore a suit

we didn’t know it was Super Bowl

Sunday didn’t know what being married meant didn’t know

much about weddings of course we knew so many

married people didn’t know that 38 years

would go by just like that

Esther Cohen
Let me tell you why I'm here, and why I hope you'll join me. I am here to poem, to play with words, to tell stories when I can, and to ask you for yours. Words are what I love, how I see, and what I say. Words are how I know my life, and how I find my friends. I'm here to ask you to join me. Right here. To send me your stories, and your poems. And to read mine when you can.

9 Comments

  1. And your secret is? I think I know. I’ll tell you if you tell me. Congratulations. That’s lovely to hear. High flying weddings work best!

  2. Happy Anniversary, dear Esther. I can only imagine that your early sketch of a dress was an omen of a beautiful life together defined by your own terms.

    Much love, lady.

  3. Just catching up on your poems (while waiting to hear bad news from the plumber).
    I knew we were married by the same rabbi and both have sons named Noah, but didn’t know your anniversary is January 25.
    Our is January 26!

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