Spoiled Plans
I purchased flowers myself, for just in case,
One last look in the mirror, checks my face.
The big clock in the hall announces six.
Only the last minute things to fix.
His gift is by his plate with big red bow.
How long it took to wrap he‘ll never know.
I survey my pretty table now, with pride.
And picture how we’ll look there side by side.
I reminded him this morning at the door.
He nodded briefly, this sweet man whom I adore.
I know he’s said it’s just another day,
But he used to bring me candy anyway.
I’ve put the baby early in her bed,
We need privacy if tender words are said.
When he calls me a romantic little fool,
I know he doesn’t mean to ridicule.
He pretends he doesn’t want a valentine,
I give one that proudly tells him, “You Are Mine”.
I try not to look again to see the time
And concentrate on writing him a rhyme.
Just then he calls to say, “I will be late.
I hope you ate your dinner, didn’t wait.
Joe emailed me to say he is in town.
He’s buying dinner, so I couldn’t turn him down.
If you’re sleeping I will wake you,” my man said.
“Can’t wait to crawl into our warm inviting bed.”
He hung up quickly, must have had another call,
We won’t be eating my nice dinner after all.
Though this evening wasn’t quite what I expected,
I know it’s foolish to be feeling so rejected.
I clear the table, put the food away.
I only hope that it is good another day.
I wouldn’t feel quite so unhappy as I do,
If it weren’t that it’s our anniversary too.
By: Joyce Johnson
This is one example of emotion.
It is restrained and resigned, but it is emotion. If the dam ever breaks, watch out!!!
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