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 © | Year Posted 2023

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Romios Avatar
July 1, 2023 at 5:45 PM
Great description of the sparkling day that is about to approach us ! We are nursed by the fireworks. Indeed, we are. Panagiota
Rodrigues Avatar
July 1, 2023 at 8:49 PM
Thank you, Pangie! :)
Buhagiar Avatar
July 1, 2023 at 8:45 AM
Reminds me of some cruise you once had, sweet Kim. Loved your cute poem.
Rodrigues Avatar
July 1, 2023 at 12:20 PM
Thank you, dear Victor! We can’t take ourselves too seriously! xx
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