He brings me tea, with just enough ice
After nearly forty years, this is quite nice.
He sprays my feet, then covers my tootsies
After nearly forty years, we still play footsies.
He covers me at night, temperature appropriately set
After nearly forty years, he does this before bed.
He plants me gardens, sunflowers for my pleasure
After nearly forty years, he knows what I treasure.
He lets me cook, scrambling his eggs fluffy and nice
After nearly forty years, I sometimes have to do it twice.
He carries the groceries, we buy them together now
After nearly forty years, I have to teach him how.
He mows the yard, keeps the porch swept
After nearly forty years, I am a woman kept!
He loves me, I still don’t know why or how
After nearly forty years, he still keeps his vow.
He is mine, and I am his
After nearly forty years, this is how it is.
I love this. Rhyming poems don’t usually draw me in as much as this one, but there are so many good details here, and the playful language is working really well
I particularly love
“He sprays my feet, then covers my tootsies
After nearly forty years, we still play footsies.”
Thanks for reading!
This one feels like a dream came true. Thank you for writing this. 😊