Sunday, April 06, 2008

Poetry challenge today was to write from our day - just what happened, the important core part. I'm in a love poem mood to night. Bob, sweet, I really do miss you!

Spring Sunday

We slept late, my hand gently
laid across your sore ankle,
your hand tangled in my hair.
You bought pepper plants and
marigold seeds. We pulled weeds.
Read stories aloud to grandhildrem,
corrected rough draft, packed ice chest.
You kissed me before you drove back
to your weekday life. I already miss you.

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