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The Beds in Which We've Slept
A lifetime spent together can be measured in many ways,
The homes we’ve owned, the miles we’ve flown, or counting up the days.
But I believe the best of all the counts that can be kept,
Is to weigh our time together by the beds in which we’ve slept.
As newlyweds, a borrowed bed, into, each night, we’d crawl,
And once upon a time we thought a twin bed not too small.
But soon we bought a waterbed that came with its own heater,
Our first real bedroom group, we thought. There’s nothing could be sweeter.
We moved that bed from Broadmoor Lane to a court called Elliott Crest,
And looked up at the stars each night, I think that was the best.
Then Clock Tower Square and Carrington Drive, that bed has quite a history,
Why Max preferred to share the foot I don’t think is a mystery.
To Tuckernuck Trails we hauled our rails, it was a stressful time,
But weekends brought reunions, when together, in bed, we’d climb.
The year passed quickly by, I think, the distance we survived,
And one more grand reunion brought us home to Forest Grove Drive.
Then children came, and how things changed, especially number two,
It seems that many years passed ‘til we slept a whole night through.
From blissful rest and “nested spoons” we’d passed from two to four,
From Max upon my feet to questions like, “Daddy, why do you snore?”
A trundle for our big girl, a bunk bed for our boy,
She can have friends sleep over, he’s got room for every toy.
But Mom and Dad still sleep upon the same bed every night,
What once was nice and cozy, now seems a little tight.
And so, it seems, the time has come, to change our bed once more,
A king, I think, should be enough, to comfortably sleep four.
It makes me cry to think of leaving, the source of so much pleasure,
It’s been a great bed for so long, no matter how you measure.
But time moves on, and so do we, it really shouldn’t matter,
I still love you, you still love me, though I’m a little fatter.
So if you’re game, and promise me that your love won’t be stopping,
I’ll set aside some time to go with you to do some shopping.
I hope you like this gift, Reneé. It’s taken lots of thought,
The whole idea of changing beds is something that I’ve fought.
But if you’ll be there with me, I know I can adjust,
And if we’re going to share with kids, I think it is a must.
So lay with me upon this bed once more for old time sake,
And promise me you’ll always be, beside me when I wake.
I love you so much, sweetheart, by any measure kept,
But best, I think, is to measure by, the beds in which we’ve slept.
For Reneé, from Chuck, Christmas 2002
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