Fifteen Years: A Poem

Apr 29, 2020

Mike and I celebrated our fifteenth wedding anniversary yesterday. Since we were not able to go on a trip or get tickets to a concert, I decided to take the sentimental route and write a poem (which was especially out of the ordinary since Mike has always been the poet in our relationship, not me). It ended up being fairly epic because I wrote one stanza for each year of marriage, and, it turns out, fifteen years is longer than I realized.

I decided to publish it here for safekeeping and easy finding and also on the off chance that you'd like to read a lengthy poem about a rather ordinary life.

Fifteen Years

April 28, 2005
Fifteen years ago today
A boy and girl were wed, hooray!
Low on cash but rich in love,
Heaven smiled from above
When those two, in joyful bliss,
Shared their first devoted kiss.

In a house not even theirs,
They passed the summer without cares.
But one thing they did not suppose,
A dishwasher they’d never close
Again, in all their married life,
For now they’d wash each plate and knife.

In Year Two, they were divided:
The Y and U, now collided.
But Provo still remained their home,
And to the duck pond they would roam
On weekends and on summer nights,
A book and blanket seemed just right.

Next spring brought a graduation—
Cap and gown and adulation.
They packed their stuff into a car,
Headed north, but not too far.
Their new place had two bedrooms, sweet!
And bright orange carpet for their feet.

After many months of maybe,
They found out they’d have a baby!
Born on a hot day in July,
A little boy who didn’t cry—
At least not much, that is until
A brick flew past their window sill.

Another place was called for quick.
They thought Salt Lake might do the trick:
Commute was faster on a bike,
And there were parks for little tykes.
But just when they were used to three,
Max joined the little family.

They took a break from work and school
To see Niagara, wet and cool.
But Max was not the least impressed;
He closed his eyes and took a rest.
Aaron, too, thought it a bore
But could be bribed with fruit snacks more.

Another year, another boy:
This pattern seemed to bring them joy.
Now outnumbered, two to three,
Their home was full of mess and glee.
They tried a van that wasn’t right;
The duplex started feeling tight.

The PhD was getting long.
“Just one more year”—their constant song.
They came up with a desperate plan
To help him end what he began:
A week or three of isolation
To write the dreaded dissertation.

But at last he got it done
And found a real job, which was fun.
The longed for time had come at last
To put a shared wall in their past.
They found the perfect home to buy
And kissed their rental house goodbye.

They didn’t have much time to spare.
Boy number four arrived with flair.
A fussy baby, he worked hard
To be the thrilling wild card.
An Aussie trip redeemed him some
When he slept ev’ry hour but one.

Their life was filled with much to do:
Soccer games, two kids in school,
Church and work, a new roof (cool!)
And don’t forget their local pool.
They started Pie Day for a treat
So all their neighbors they could greet.

The next year all their dreams came true:
A trip to France and Norway, too.
Eiffel Tower, River Rhine,
A hundred tunnels in a line.
And when they were back home and done,
They thought they’d plan another one.

Still they felt someone was missing—
One more boy who needed kissing.
They all adored him from the start.
He captured ev’ry person’s heart
And took each treat and ice cream cone
From his royal baby throne.

Their home was such a busy hive
With two adults and children five.
They thought they knew just what to do
To beat the cold and winter blues.
They packed the van and left the house
And said hello to Mickey Mouse.

But all their smiles turned to frowns
When Aaron’s blood counts dropped way down.
The hospital became their home
And many nights were spent alone.
But even with this toil and strife,
They still were quite fond of their life.

April 28, 2020
Now we’re back up to the present.
Fifteen years, and each one pleasant,
Have flown past with lightning speed,
But still on this they’re both agreed:
They’d do it all again today.
“I love you,” they will always say.


  1. Aw, I love it! This must have taken you ages! What a fun tribute, and much more fitting and special than anything you could find at a store.

  2. Aw I just love this!!! What a glimpse, and how much living and loving. xx

  3. That's lovely! I I love the picture of newborn Max with both him and Aaron holding up their hands -- Aaron's giant one-year-old palm compared to Max's tiny one.


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