A Poem for Ken

Early in my relationship with Ken I sat down and wrote a poem for him. I remember the day in our Kingston home on Victoria Street. I was inspired to write and I curled up in a chair in our living room and started writing. That was almost 15 years ago now and he still keeps a copy in his wallet. I coupled the poem with a photo his mother took and framed it for him as a gift for our anniversary. I love how it turned out and so did he. The poem sits on his dresser with a picture of the two of us.