Potholder
Hanging around
between jobs, on the hook.
Enjoying moments,
often fleeting, to sneak a look.
Overall, grateful
for this home and life.
Dare I dream
you’ll be my wife?
I can only hope
you feel the same.
I’ll be patient
until you take my name.
As long as it takes,
I’ll never quit.
A shy potholder
in love with an oven mitt.
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