And now, for a poem, via Kelly at Almost Frugal (which you should subscribe to if you haven’t yet).
For Our Anniversary
Now that the flowers have dried and withered,
I will tell you that they were a re-wrapped
which allowed me to purchase
those two salmon fillets I glazed
with a bottle of maple dressing,
the crab cakes I served with a spoonful
of spicy mustard from the housewarming sampler
your mother had gifted us,
the package of pre-mixed chocolate chunk
cookie dough I baked from scratch,
and from a fundraising ballet troupe,
that banana nut votive candle
which lasted just the one night.
Nice, right? Relatable. To me, at least.
A few notes: This is by Jason Tandon, from his new-ish collection, Give Over the Heckler and Everyone Gets Hurt. On a personal note, I can’t stand “gift” as a verb, but I’m letting it slide this time, Jason Tandon.