Poem #13 for National Poetry Month.

Poem #13

Love Soup

Lucky in love

Lucky in life

Our life isn’t always ducky

But you give me more than you take away

Today, I sway in the presence of grandeur

I’ll till hope deep in the ground today

Grinding down the weeds not to pander

Or to please myself,

But to shelve those instincts with deep roots

I must pull at to clear them all---shoot!

I missed one!

Forgive me, Hon?

You in your candor

Tells me all

Together we’ll fall

Forward not behind

And we’ll dine

One the meal at a time

Improvising greatness

In our very tasty love soup