Washed up on the shore
Of Sea of Matrimony.
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My parents were married nearly 50 years before my Dad died in 2005. Their anniversary date was June 5. I’ve always remembered that date by its proximity to D-day, which, if I recall correctly is June 6. So, naturally, I’m wondering if this poem is related to D-day or if your wedding date was actually June 6. Based on the tone of the poem I’d imagine it’s the latter and I really appreciate it based on my personal family history.
My wedding day to my first husband was indeed June 6, 1959. We did not think of the D-Day connection at the time. We divorced in 1990.The date of our Divorce Decree was Dec. 7, the anniversary of the bombing of Pearl Harbor. I’ve always thought of the irony of getting married on a day that signified the end of WWII and being divorced on the date of the day it began. I think of the lines in T.S. Eliot’s Four Quartets – ” What we call the beginning is often the end And to make an end is to make a beginning. The end is where we start from”. In the last ten years my husband and I have become solid good friends. Life is surprising. I’m glad my wedding date has a connection to your family story.