By the Fireworks
marvelous, they burst.
we are immersed in the fun.
our conjugal thirst,
meeting of the minds, rehearsed.
spectacular spectators traversed
over many July holidays. some, coerced.
delightful, at first being honeymooners.
with three kids, became submersed. the work!
happiness interspersed.
in the end it is all good at the worst,
because we are not dead. we are living not cursed.
though dealing with quite a few of an outburst -
which one of us hasn’t blown our top, had a cloudburst!
we are nursed by the fireworks,
thoroughly conversed quiet now, except for oohs and ahhs.
magic of memories, well versed.
7/1/2023
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2023
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