I wish I had a nickel
for every time I think of you
watching TV in your creaky chair,
chin parked on your chest,
"... not sleeping, just resting
my eyes for a minute ..."
or with your brows furrowed,
chasing an errant whisker
through the foamy lather
on the stranger in the mirror,
or your gnarled hands working leather
and the amazing precision
of your intricate designs,
considering the size of those hands,
or you secretly watching me
from across the room,
-- and me secretly catching you
secretly watching me,
or your gentle touch
when you pass my chair,
just because you're glad I'm here.
Love is measured
in so many little minutes.
It's important we not miss them,
for who knows,
life might be metered in hours.
It isn't really about the nickels,
-- but it would be fun
to see the almighty pile of coins.
This was really sweet and romantic! I really like this one!!!!!
Sandie Angel :o)
Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson (Reader)
Reviewed on January 28, 2007
This poem is as sweet as it can be...
Reviewed by Debra Harmes-Kurth (Reader)
Reviewed on January 25, 2007
I remember as a young girl, thinking about my knight in shining armor, the white horse and all that, how unrealistic those visions of love are. This poem speaks in a gentle clear voice of love. Beautifully written.
debra
CJ
This is a sure keeper
This I can relate to
you wrote it so beautifully
thanks for sharing
"A penny for your thought" I guess
Went up with inflation......got you
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This was really sweet and romantic! I really like this one!!!!!
Sandie Angel :o)
debra
This is a sure keeper
This I can relate to
you wrote it so beautifully
thanks for sharing
"A penny for your thought" I guess
Went up with inflation......got you
LOve & Peace
William
Birgit and Roger