Written on December 30th, 2025
by Hui L. Glennie
It was a happy day, filled with
roses, Champaign, vows and songs
back in the yesteryear.
Every year on This Day,
hand in hand, we versed the scene into beautiful lines.
Between now and then, as we were weaving our 38th,
youth faded into gray, and you set the sail,
crossing over to the other shore.
Assiduously I plot each of these lines into the twilight sky.
Now This Day becomes shore and seas of nightingale.
It is an exaltation, dream, and remembrance
merged into the ultimate love in melodic cadence -
