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December 25: Merry Little Christmas

December 25, 2014 / libbyweber / Leave a comment

Sometimes, a family Christmas will consist Of sitting on the carpet with your spouse While both of you are alternately kissed And cuddled by the canines of the house, And rather than a sleigh ride through the drifts, A walk around an isthmus in the bay, Instead of six-course dinners after gifts, A simple meal … Continue reading December 25: Merry Little Christmas

November 16: Nick of Time

November 16, 2014 / libbyweber / 1 Comment

The faithless hound hides underneath the bed, Thus showing more sense than mistress and master, For Dashiell Hammett hit it on the head- Nora and Nick are quick, but Asta's faster. My parents, married thirty years and counting, Diverted by the antics on the screen, Are laughing, now, as always when surmounting Their troubles, filling … Continue reading November 16: Nick of Time

November 11: AAK and EEW

November 12, 2014November 12, 2014 / libbyweber / 1 Comment

We met in summer, fathers' daughters we, Though during school years we were separated And parents' hopes were not a guarantee, We reunited, friendship unabated. But then one autumn, new names we selected To be our first identities online, And since we two were already connected The BBS served only to refine Our giddiness- for … Continue reading November 11: AAK and EEW

November 8: Day of the Living

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Two women, separated by three years, Two thousand, seven hundred sixty miles, And three time zones, but linked by blood and tears Pick up their phones with matching wistful smiles And dial the number of their elder brother To wish him happy birthday both at once, Thus making him ring off to greet the other … Continue reading November 8: Day of the Living

October 5: Away

October 5, 2014October 6, 2014 / libbyweber / Leave a comment

A half-read book beneath a ceiling fan, A stoneware mug that's full of IPA But sleepy hounds do not complete the clan, The house feels empty when you are away. The hummingbirds squeak disapprovingly At roaring F/A-18s on display Football announcers only bring ennui- The house seems silent when you are away. My aches and … Continue reading October 5: Away

September 17: Solve for X

September 17, 2014 / libbyweber / 4 Comments

Ten years ago today we two were wed, And seventeen last June was our first date. And fifteen years in August our homestead We made on my arrival in your state. Next year will be the equinox of years Spent with you and without you in my life, The next year's yours, and if we … Continue reading September 17: Solve for X

August 1: Handfast Friends

August 2, 2014 / libbyweber / 2 Comments

Today, two individuals were joined, Four siblings, eight immediate relations, And over sixteen other friends enjoined To give support and joy to celebrations- For love of one another two were wed, For love of two, so many came together To give good wishes for their road ahead; That it be strewn with great things altogether. … Continue reading August 1: Handfast Friends

June 12: Tried Patience, or, Happy Birthday, Mom!

June 12, 2014 / libbyweber / 2 Comments

O Sainted Ellen of the Grilléd Cheese: You fed the hungry lunch in bright array, Our childish apprehensions did you ease, And with your laughter banished our dismay, And with a bowl, as first donned by St. Loony Up the Cream Bun and Jam, upon your head Made golden halos seem supremely puny, Declaring naughty … Continue reading June 12: Tried Patience, or, Happy Birthday, Mom!

May 25: Roman à Clef

May 25, 2014May 25, 2014 / libbyweber / Leave a comment

Each couple has two origins: the one They tell their families and then the version Their friends retell, not just because it's fun, But also from their own tales it's diversion. That pair who met “at work” met in a bar; In World of Warcraft is “we met online;” “We're high school sweethearts” means he … Continue reading May 25: Roman à Clef

May 24: Pamplemousse

May 24, 2014 / libbyweber / 4 Comments

A grand dame, gems a-glitter at her throat, Smiled down at my and husband's hands entwined, Remarking on how obviously we dote Upon each other. Oh, how she maligned Those lovers who ignored each others' eyes To stare at glowing screens throughout the meal, And after eighty-seven years she prized A life well spent enjoying … Continue reading May 24: Pamplemousse

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