and say
i was thankful for you
on this day
but the stuffing
is getting stale
and the corn
is getting mushy
and the cranberry sauce
still needs to be
smacked
out of the can
.
hardly any time at all
to say
what you mean to me
without the cliches
you know how i feel
anyway
so let me kiss
the last bit
of whipped cream
from your lips
whisper a quick
i love you
in the pumpkin filled air
around us
and look into
the eyes
that have opened
my heart
to better things
did we wait
for each other
for so long?
it hardly seems
like a day
(grow)
.
The simple beauty of this poem is amazing. In fact, I'd say it's the most beautiful piece I've read in quite a long while :)
ReplyDeletethank you! that's very kind of you to say... i really liked writing it.
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