Not Ted Surely
No way I can be happy, she said in a weird way.
We imagined she was kidding, this goddess of play.
Smirking with a silly grin that was not dissipating.
For where was the Cheshire face originating?
Come on! Tell! We insisted, dying to hear the story.
Okay, she said. Know that new guy named Tory?
We began screaming and oohing for he was a fox.
To break into his walls would be like conquering Fort Knox.
No way! We screamed, and she shushed us all the way to church.
He sat in the next pew, where we peered at him on perch.
They were so cute together, they could not keep smiling at all.
We lived vicariously through their love story, nothing small.
Singing, dancing, playing all took a backseat now for our friend.
The joy she exuded included us. The happy feelings could not end.
This was thirty years ago, and they are still together in every way.
When we get together, their love song helps us all have a better day.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2020
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