My first love comes home daily,
is greeted by three rambunctious boys.
He writes love letters, folds laundry.
My first love can do anything;
handles any crisis with efficient calm,
packs lunches for his sleepy boys.
His smile awakes his tired wife;
because of him, she is invincible.
His mischievous green eyes still crinkle
in laughter, in amusement, in delight.
Those bewitching green eyes still smile
when I walk into the room.
They still see me as I was,
love me for who I've become.
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Wow, Maria, i think this might be my favorite yet of your poetry. Love it. The last 2 lines are a perfect ending. You nailed this. And PS...did he read it?????
ReplyDeleteYou are so lucky to have that! That's the kind of love I want the second time around.
ReplyDeleteI absolutely adore love stories like yours. You are a lucky woman indeed!
ReplyDeleteHe folds laundry? I'm stealing him.
ReplyDeleteFolds laundry? makes lunches? Are you sure he's not an imaginary friend? lol. lucky you!
ReplyDeleteAn everyday, ongoing first love: beautiful!
ReplyDeleteYou are a lucky girl!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful! You are a lucky girl indeed! :)
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