It is the tenth anniversary of when we first met
Since I have known Salome, I have little heed
For care or pain or fear. While Rose and I do live
Present or absent, we can richly give. Peace to each other.
Other hearts may run to weed
Like ruined gardens, scant of love's seed.
Not ours: there's sun and rain, restorative,
Awake the flowers; there heavenly smiles forgive
The errors of the rankest growth they breed.
Ah love me ever: pardon every wrong
That makes thy garden look less beautiful,
Even our love my soul should free of weeds
A slothful husband, whose idle song
Alas too often leaves the rich soil dull,
Stealing its dues of toil:
....but love forbears.
Rose has had her eye on a Rose-patterned Chinese tea set for some time (yes, sometimes we men notice such things) and today being the tenth anniversary of our first meeting, I bought it for her. She's spent the whole morning arranging and re-arranging the dresser to accommodate them. So God bless, and here's the story of how we first met.
I was in my old UPNG A3 house at Fort Banner, alone and rejected after having gone through a divorce from Wife Number 2 back in Oz.
Well, word gets around quickly that you are alone and white and available, and the PNG matchmakers fraternity swung into action.
Pretty soon I was assailed by veritable torrent of well-meaning Aunties and mothers with doe-eyed young lovelies in tow. All very polite and respectful - in fact I felt like a character in a Jane Austen novel.
Then one day Margaret Dollar knocked on my door. Now Margaret was no well-wishing Auntie or Mother. In fact she was an ex-raskol, alleged murderer and thief, last known whereabouts being at the shooting of William Kapris.
But her heart was in the right place (for a few hundred kina), and she proposed to introduce me to a young lovely called Rose. Getting wise to the ventures, I said OK If you bring me a six-pack of SP.
Which she duly did. Along with a lovely Simbu woman called Rose. Rose took one look and decided my house needed cleaning. Margaret said her farewells and Rose got busy with a bucket and mop.
That night I cooked chicken parmigiana with steamed rice and mashed kaukau washed down with a bottle of best Jacob's Creek.
So bless you Rose for the best 10 years of my life, and many more to come.