Marie put the wedding bouquet
On top of the refrigerator
After the wedding.
She later removed the ivy,
Placed it in water,
And let it root again.
It was anchored firmly in the pot
When she gave it to me
As a gift -- my wedding ivy.
It became the symbol of undying love.
I gave it devoted attention and nurture
For a full 25 years.
Then, after too many caustic words
Had made furrows on my brow
And bruises on my soul, I left.
The ivy had weathered the storms,
But I had not.
Reluctantly, I abandoned the ivy,
and began anew.