My Family

My Family is so dear to me
Each one I adore.
Every one is so dear;
I love you more and more.

I think of you every day.
And dream of you at night.
Talk about you along the way,
And cherish you with delight.

So balloons for you both at fifty
Will make the floating seem mighty fun.
And until you get to sixty,
Keep counting one by one.

For few make it this far in mortal matrimony.
And is seems these days even less in life.
We should all be so superfluously lucky
To be together so long as husband and wife.

--By Harriet S. Maki, written 1990