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Chicken Dinner

"Chicken" Dinner

Invited, 
for the first time, 
it might well be the last. 

A tux was too much, 
a swimsuit too little. 
I thought I would dance, 
turns out I can't. 

I don't tell jokes well, 
I am not the life of the party. 

Yet, I tell you true, 
I will take care of her, 
Sir, 
I mean...
Ma'am. 
the very best that I can. 

She will never do without 
if and there is anything...
to be provided. 
Our children will be safe, 
until I die. 

I will teach 
God, 
family
and country...
until the end. 

Blessings,
I ask...
to take her, 
hand.
To give her everything, 
that I can, 
until there is...
nothing left, 
to give.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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Krutsinger Avatar
December 13, 2019 at 7:26 AM
The humbleness of this delighted me. "A tux was too much, a swimsuit too little. I thought I would dance, turns out I can't. I don't tell jokes well, I am not the life of the party. " It has an entertaining way about it, and a love.
Gauthier Avatar
December 12, 2019 at 8:40 AM
Ah "chicken" dinner! Very witty. Thoroughly enjoyed your delightful poem, Ann. So sweet.
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