Eleven

Once, one and one
made two

later in jest
and childish logic
we saw it made
eleven.
and so of course
eleven halved
was one,
and thus
eleven equalled two!

later still
eleven was a birthday
longed for,
as a kind of growing up,
a time for moving on
and new exciting things.

Years later
as we wed
eleven took another taste ,
rejoicing celebration, love

But always hidden at the back
eleven held its darker shades
as we wore poppies
every red remembrance day
and year on year we
understood a little more.

Strange
to think again
of childish laughter
years ago
when now symbolic
1 and 1
speak loud of twin towers
smouldering in our hearts;
the anniversary
of our marriage
shared
with memories
of the thousands dead;
and of a world
twisted, out of shape,
deranged.

24 Nov 2001 ed. 11 Sept 04

11/24/2004

Author's Note:
Today is our 28th Wedding anniversary

Posted on 09/11/2004
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