She exits freeway weary from her day,
The traffic fumes hang heavy in the air
She wonders what her waiting spouse will say;
Would greeting cold come from his favourite chair?
The trauma of last evening comes to mind,
When late she came, impatiently he said
That she should seek another job to find!
Then rigid silence as they went to bed.
But as she fearful opens up the door
And flinches at expected hurtful fight,
She sees his look of sorrow cross the floor
He whispers “sorry!” as he hugs her tight.
And in each other’s arms they spend the night
Their marriage vows renewed to their delight.
“© Copyright Ian Grice 2011 All rights reserved”
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Nice poem Ian. You deleted your account from Multiply.
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Thank you. Yes I deleted Multiply because I could not post blogs there any more. Thanks for visiting my page on WordPress
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Ian! You are an “old softy” but I like the ending!!
More power to you, my friend!!
Cheers,
Jim the Fee
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Yes, you’ve got my number there Jim. lol
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That was a sweet poem sweet Ian. Hugs
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Thanks Mumsy. One of my older poems.
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