Normal couples have flowers on their anniversaries,

They exchange presents.

Usually they have an outing of some kind,

And then a special dinner.

But we aren't normal, are we, Sherlock?

No, we didn't have anything like that.

Instead of flowers,

You found a collection of poisonous plants

And put them in a vase for me.

You almost killed the entire flat, remember?

I did get you a present,

A nice blue scarf, just like you always wear.

You tried to make me a jumper,

But we ended up with a mangled, tangled mess of yarn.

You said we were going out,

And I thought that maybe we were going to the movies,

Or just for a walk.

It was a lovely day, remember?

But instead

We went to a murder scene to solve a case,

And I almost drowned.

We didn't have a special dinner that night.

All we had was crappy hospital food in my room.

But then again . . .

The plants were very lovely-looking,

And you went through an awful lot to get them.

And Mrs. Hudson was able to take your mess

And make a beautiful blanket for both of us.

The crime scene wasn't exactly romantic

But it was nice to see Lestrade and Molly again

And it was fun flaunting our love in front of Sally Donovan,

Who thought you were a friendless freak

And Anderson

Who looked a bit disgusted (and maybe disappointed?)

Even when I almost drowned

It was all okay

Because we snuggled and cuddled all day

While you yelled at the crap on the telly.

And you did bring in Chinese food

A pot of Mrs. Hudson's special tea

Some of Mycroft's famous biscuits

And our new blanket

And we spent the entire night together in that hospital bed.

It wasn't a conventional anniversary

But that doesn't mean it wasn't a good one.

Happy Anniversary, love.

~ JW

(The poem made Sherlock smile for the first time in days. He had been worrying about John being mad that he had messed up the anniversary until he found this tucked under his violin strings.)