a poem in my pocket

dear valentine, please take me for a drive

and even though i sit on the far side

just reach for me and pull me close tonight,

forgive the angry words or times we’ve lied.

yes, you work hard to earn a farmer’s wage

and for our farm and family i have saved —

our sons, five strong; each one best work we made.

my heart still leaps to see your smiling face!

but if old age or health demand a nurse

remember promises we vowed in church

together stay for better or for worse,

so we will always share a common purse.

on thirty years of love we now look back

and know we have the Lord to thank for that.

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…and a “thank you” to tony maude at d’verse poets pub for the “bouts-rimes” (rhymed ends) provided