My dear, my love, my wife, my friend,
a help-meet fit that God did send,
a trusted wife, a caring mother,
sworn to help and aid another.
A touch, a brush, a kiss, a hold—
the years roll on and turned to gold;
the children small that once we held,
maturely walk with skills excelled.
Another chapter in our walk with Him,
though here on earth our sight be dim;
yet through this vale our course be true:
you walk with me and I with you.
- D. Benning
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