Good Morning, Starshine

Good Morning, Starshine “Good morning, Starshine,” each dawn he would greet As from feather pillows our eyes would meet Perhaps you can imagine my surprise When he was gone when I opened my eyes Did he forget our anniversary? Just one year had passed since he’d married me But as my eyes opened wider that day I found rose petals upon the bed lay He’d heard me rising, but he called, “Get back in!” Bacon’s scent from the kitchen wafted in In he entered with breakfast on a tray He retrieved the remote and then pressed “play” I started to eat, beside me he lay To watch a film of our wedding day When I picked up the tea cup, what a shock There sat a ring with a large diamond rock Gems were too costly when we got engaged But seeing this now made my passions rage Gently my husband always embraced me But never more than on our first anniversary * For Francine’s “Good Morning” contest