Twenty-one years of marriage on National Pot Day 4/20. We’re making the drive to Singer Island to celebrate this special occasion. Here is the poem I wrote in honor of my wife, a salute to the very first one I gifted her titled “De Feet, De Nose, De Toes” – long before I ever started penning this blog:

Deniseciation 

Twenty-one Years,
Plus a few more.
You’re the one person,
I absolutely adore.

A fabulous cook,
With little credit.
“No appreciation,”
There, I’ve said it.

I’m not so good,
At compliments.
And even worse,
At common sense.

I don’t appreciate,
What I’ve got.
When it comes to you,
My wife is hot.

Beauty and class,
My silver fox.
I miss the cues,
When opportunity knocks.

I’m well fed,
And greatly loved.
But thanking you,
I’ve badly flubbed.

You’ve built us,
A beautiful nest.
And filled it with,
Only the best.

I’m a lucky man,
With you at my side.
My life’s best move,
Making you my bride.

Yet, I often don’t say,
“I appreciate you.”
And words of love,
Are long overdue.

You’re the Belle,
Of Islandwalk.
As the most desirable,
You’ve defied the clock.

Not just the block,
The whole universe.
All you’ve given me,
I’ve failed to reimburse.

I’m grumpy and gruff,
Not worthy of you.
And I’ve always had,
The better view.

From De Nose to De Toes,
De Best of Sweetie Pies.
I hope that you can see,
De Admiration in my eyes.

Deniseciation,
Is what I send.
I love you more,
The end.

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