Posted by on Jun 16, 2012 in father's day poem, poem for my husband on father's day | 0 comments

We met at a basketball game, perched above an orange sea. I learned to love football for you and for Paul Posluszny. We traveled a lot to avoid the hot summer and fall; but when we were home, we passed the time with kickball. One bright October day, you hid a ring on a pumpkin. We made plans and talked babies; you said you liked the name “Ryan.” We married...

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