I have been noticing, and have some fear, the dishes have been washed, clean sheets, even my underwear. My back gets scrathed in bed, fingers gently run through my hair, yes, there’s definitely a quiet woman in my house granting all my wishes.
Where is she hiding, under the sofa, or a hidden room in the house, she is really very still, is she an Angel, or am I just a louse?
I thought I might lure her out, so I bought a bunch of Roses to put by the door, the crumpets, and White Tea don’t work anymore.
What a gift from God my mon Che’ri is, her joy is contagious, her faith is outrageous, upon her spaghetti, and meat balls I always pounce, licking the plate, enjoying every ounce!
Author Ken
Feburary 23, 2020
*My poem is fictional, and made to make people laugh, which is good for the Soul, and digestion.
