Love Poem No.20
I sit here eating chicken and wild rice soup
that my wife prepared last night from scratch.
She didn’t have to do that. But she did.
As I eat I eyeball the photographs magnetized to our
refrigerator door, pictures of three cherished children
that came about as a result of her agreeing to my
amorous advances on three ordained occasions.
She didn’t have to do that either. But she did.
In a few moments she’ll hop in the car and drive
to meet friends for lunch. When she starts the engine
she’ll be overshadowed by the easy listening station
at rock’n’roll volume. This will frustrate the dickens
out of her at first, as it has a thousand times before.
But then she’ll ease and pause and mutter thanks
for the antique she’s still stuck with.
I don’t have to leave the radio on like that. But I do.
Hahahahaha! 🙂 Have a happy day, friends!
Date: Thu, 13 Nov 2014 20:03:53 +0000 To: chrishollysmith@msn.com
This poem is bitchin.
JA
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Best comment of the day, Jared. Gracias.
Made me smile.
Susie, I’m glad it did.
John, I sent this to my husband as he is a Rock ‘n Roll collector from the original ones.
Thanks, Mary!
Love this. As always.
As always, thank you so much, Diana.
Every morning, I come to this page and see if you’ve penned something new. I literally smile out loud, if there is a new one, a new discovery. But if there’s not, and I re-read one from the day before, I still smile. That is how gifted you are. Thank you for sharing.
Hi, Hope. What a kind handful of sentences to wake up to…thank you so much!
I’m with Hope Hodges, John. Your poems make me smile out loud.