No mask ridding in a car,
Cuddling,
Hugging,
Standing over me,
Just a poet,
Only one lung,
And of that just the top,
Disease took all of other lung,
Other health issues,
I drown in her smile,
I flourish with her hand in mine,
No masks at home,
Our firbabies race up and down the halls,
With a crash we both look up from our smartphones,
Sherry watching a Christmas witch movie on of course ‘YouTube’,
While her poet wife eyes a streaming,
On WordPress Writes words flowing from my heart!
Tears overflowing my eyes,
A timnie crash is heard,
Sherry looks at me and I at her,
Neither of us move,
We hope nothing impirtant broke,
Then continue on our merry way,
Writting and watching,
She is dressing for church,
I must rise and wander to the bathroom,wash up and dress,
Moccasins full length like Muskateer boots,
After changing socks she dons them,
Before she asked if I wanted to feel her nylon,
Sherry see is ticklish,
My finger tips trails Sherry’s calf,
Ending at her heel where I caress her,
Giggling she rushes out of my reach,
Saying ‘Oh You!’
Soon we will br back in mask,
Yuck!
Can not wait to be back in the car,
Then home no mask!
Happy Blessed Sunday November 30th,2020
That was fun.
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