Poem: December 28, 2019

Proposal

Love, in the morning
before I take Sophie to school,
I come to find you
in some state of mid-dress
to grab a quick kiss, an exchange
of kind wishes for a good day.

And some days,
in the middle of the day,
you send me a text to share
an idea you've had or
something that made you laugh,
and I hear your laugh.

And at night, most nights,
we eat our dinner, usually
in front of the television, binging
the stories we agreed to share,
and when I go to bed early,
you remind me to shut off the lights.

And on the weekends,
it's often all we can do to find
an evening with family
and do the shopping and
do the laundry, but we also get to
have our breakfast together.

And at Christmas,
we shop for books together,
that we then wrap together,
and we place them under the tree,
books for everyone,
each and every year.

And in the winter,
we watch the weather.
And in late spring,
we buy lots of plants for the garden.
And summer is always too busy.
And autumn is always too short.

And when we travel together,
you drive so you won't get sick.
At the beach, I build sand sculptures.
In museums, you read everything.
We go to Orlando a lot.
Sometimes, we go to Europe.

And this is our fine life:
We go to the movies. I make you coffee.
We love our children and our pets.
Now and then, we have a little sex.
I like this marriage we have.
I vote we keep it going.