Picture of Carolyn

She had a few laughs at my expense,

and I at hers. It’s hard not to laugh

when you know each other.

Now, as I look at her photograph,

smiling broadly, tears come again,

three years after her death.

How lucky I was to have that woman

who could have had anyone, especially me,

and that’s who she chose, and wouldn’t give up,

no matter how lumpy I made the road,

because she could see I had some virtues,

and they would prevail in the end.

That insight is what I see in her smile.

We had many more laughs together.