I Resolve

I RESOLVE In the coming year my love I will bring you breakfast in bed once a week, even though you never bring mine. When suffering with man-flue, though I feel like death, I will tell you I am fine. When you are looking bedraggled and weary, I’ll tell you you look quite divine. When you are playing patience, I won’t butt in and point out the eight goes on the nine. I promise each day to tell you I love you come rain or come shine Because I do. 16th December 2021 Five New Resolutions poetry contest Sponsor - L Milton Hankins