You are the true love of my life
I am so blessed to be your wife
Our love story is true
And started the day I met you
Marriage is not always pure bliss
But ours started after the first kiss
We were inseparable from day one
When our journey had just begun
We share many common likes and desires
But also, many differences still transpire
You’re a night owl and I prefer to get up early
And you sleep soundly, and I sleep poorly
We love to take long drives and try to find treasures
In antiquing, nature or enjoying culinary pleasures
I like to walk and exercise most every day
While you continue to avoid it in every way
I like things to be neat and in order
While you’re a pack rat and a slight hoarder
I like to read, write poems and create
While you like to fix, build and renovate
You like Harry Potter and I like anything mystery
I like current stories, and you prefer history
We both enjoy the local news and Netflix series
And enjoy haunted stories and with all the queries
I knew I found in you my soulmate and best friend
And blessed to have you in my life until the very end
A sunny Sunday afternoon
The daffodils are sprouting
You and I walk hand in hand
Antiquing and just browsing
We're looking for a wooden tray
Not sure just how we'll use it
But like my bluebird's tender love
I'd never want to lose it
Yesterday made it a year since you've been gone
My heart still hurts like it happened last week
I remember the good times with a warm smile
Then the reality hits me in the face, it hurts deep
I look around my room at the pieces you left behind
The tall clock that you loved to brag about, that I adore
The painting of the woodsy scene that leads to a beach
Reminds me of our special times together at the coast
A fun day of antiquing with a special seafood lunch
You loved to take me on the scenic ocean drive
We admired all the historic mansions along the way
I wish I could go back in time, and relive that day
I can still remember your voice calling my name
I hope that memory stays strong, never fades
Every room has pieces and memories of you
As I look at them, enjoying them so bittersweetly
Visionary,
I am imaginative, adventuresome, dramatic and funny,
Bob, my hubby I love, writing and birdwatching next,
ideas of mentoring new writers, teaching and dreaming,
feelings of contentment, positivity and hope,
fear of heights, monsters in my closet and being alone,
a bucket list of writing a novel, traveling and antiquing,
a resident of the Potato State,
Wordsmith
Antiquing
I note the sweet goodness in his tiny face,
His little hand pushed in his pocket,
I see his interested eyes stirring
Toward a little car in a glass case with lock on it.
Mom has his hand in her own
While roaming in the antique shop,
Wondering if she had the means
To buy a pretty antique or not.
Her little boy pulls away from her,
He has those longing eyes glued,
On the little steel antique Ford, he saw
Causing his mouth to drool.
Mom comes to find him, sees his yearning,
She had found nothing for herself,
She sees the little black car and those eyes,
Guess what she bought from the case’s shelf.
collectible things
tweaks our brains
and pleasure it brings
its odd but still
the antiquing bug
got me to a thrill
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