By Lisa Huddleston
Days of births,
Years of service,
Weddings and deaths,
We are all about such things.
So we mark them with stars on calendars
To remember and not forget.
What year did you build this house?
When did your daddy pass away?
Was it fall when she first learned the truth about her man?
Anniversaries—a ticking off of
Weeks and months and years.
Marking the hard work,
Rewarding the perseverance,
Remembering the pain as well as the joy,
Or simply acknowledging a lazy
Dislike of change.
Did you try to reach this milestone?
Was it more than breathing in and breathing out?
Did you believe the promise that time would heal all wounds?
Time, of course, does help; but stubborn scars remain.
White hash marks etched in small groups of five,
Silver lines cut in the thin skin of time,
Fading and fading but never quite completely
As long as we continue to mark the day
And call it, “Anniversary.”