With my love
By my side
Through these dry prairie grasses
We’ll stroll
Chatting about this passing year;
Oh how we have lived!
Laughed and cried
Hang onto and let go
Dreamed on like little kids
Dared to… like teenagers
Yet here we are;
Becoming “elders”
In our own right;
Learning from hard falls
While keeping our heads high
Still
Cherishing another year
Well lived.
It’s December
Let’s make it to next December.
~Susan McMillan
Rhythm In Life 
Beautiful!
Thank you Arlene.
Last one of 2018. Hope you will have fantasticDecember!
I hope you have a good one too. Thank you 🙏
We have strolled through many places hand in hand, warm and cold, rain and shine talking about ups downs and us. We have talked and planned, dreamed for what might be if we can only have one more breath together wherever we might lay our head. Dreaming about us, dreaming about two old people many years from now sitting hand in hand looking back at dreams had and had not, laughing at what came and went, laughing at a bigger plan that was not ours but perfect, planned before our time. A plan of love, laughter, sickness and health, rich and poor until the day our time is no more.
I love you my bride always wherever we might stroll.
😊
May you enjoy many Decembers.
Thank you Miss Elizabeth. I hope and pray that are having a good holiday season sorrounded with the ones you love.💐
So sweet! Its such a treasure to have someone to grow older with.
Susan, that is a beautiful poem!