High school went past in a blur,
Dances, games, breakups, reunions,
You with a mass of curly dark hair,
Shaved by the Marine Corps,
Returned to me trained and muscled,
The father of my children,
My main cheerleader, my support,
In a blink children grown, grandchildren,
Golden years more like silver,
As we began, one to one.
Ah, the circle of life!
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And I was in a particularly mushy mood last night.
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