A Blast from the Past

When I got home from work last night, Hubby handed me a cream coloured piece of paper that had been folded in half.

"I was going through some boxes today and found this. I got a real kick out of it and I bet you will too."

December 11, 1987

If things could be the way I wanted

Today would be a very special day indeed

There's be brightly wrapped boxes on this table

Filled with everything you'd ever want or need

There would be a brand new coat of finest wool

Single breasted, soft charcoal

There would be a classic suit

And a spiffy pair of leather boots

There would be Courvoisier

And a new guitar for you to play

There would be a late model car

So you could drive me near or far

There would be an easel

In oak or pine or teak

With the finest boards of canvas

And sable brushes sleek

There would be some flannel slacks

In shades of grey and brown and black

Matching sweaters in cashmere

And a lifetime supply of your favourite beer

But because I can't have my way

There are no presents here today

And though today is just routine--my finances are very lean

But my love for you is rich and full

And our life together is far from dull

So even though we'll use your money

Let's celebrate your birthday Honey!

I can't even afford to buy a card

And that for me is very hard

But I know that you don't really care

As long as we remain a pair

The joys in life and love are free

And you are very special to me

I'll make it up to you someday

Cuz I love you more than I can say.

Written by me on Hubby's 39th birthday.

Stories from South of Detroit