Jacques
Jacques was the rose in their relationship.
Beautiful heart and delicate soul
A lovely fragrance was his energy
Jacques was the marigold in their family.
With his ruffled paisley seventies shirts
in oranges and yellows, a confident fellow.
Jacques was the bleeding heart of the neighborhood.
With his unbelievable empathetic listening skills
And his delicate caring attitude.
His wife?
Let me think a bit.
Let’s just say
She was the thorn.
Written 7-8-2020
Contest: The Flower the Thorn or Both
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
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