Some have called us soul mates
with good reason
since we both love such important
things and ideas
and dedicated vessals of hope.

We met in a writers group
at a time when neither of us were looking
for a mate — just sharing the written words
that could not be contained inside
any longer.

As different as our writings were:
his were backed by degrees in literature and philosophy,
and mine were simply the mind wanderings
of a sincere woman
with a very full life.

His twin daughters and my sons and daughters
approved,
and he endeared himself
to my parents and siblings
with deliberate and genuine kindness.

Promises made now twenty plus years ago
have held.
A few disagreements, and
many agreements . . .
“Cherished” describes us well.