Nothing Left To Give

I gave you my love
my sweet turtle dove
I gave you my hand
deep in quicksand

I gave you my name
"I do" you exclaim
Gifts small and great
even a sporadic date

The child in womb
procreate sweet bloom
Trip round the world
marriage flag unfurled

A humble marriage bed
sweet serenity spread
A house and lovely home
when your too tired to roam

but I've run out of gifts
and replaced them with rifts
and I looked in the store
there was nothing anymore
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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November 2, 2019 at 9:15 AM
I was told by a poet I respect that this poem was greeting card drival and not worthy of my pen name. I say No! Self expression from the heart and soul need not be complicated, verbose, or adorned with length adjectives, adverbs and the like. It is my heart, therefore it is worthy of my pen name-Ijm
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February 11, 2016 at 9:45 PM
some days
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