Handkerchief Lady,
Fold Another One For Him
By Handsum-Hart

Each day
As if it was a soft part of her soul
She gently folds a silk handkerchief
And tucks it neatly into
The top pocket of his 3-piece suit

When she wants him
To make love to her
Three times in a day
She folds the handkerchief
Into a triangular pattern

When she wants him to pamper her
Like she was a rare
Berries ‘n’ cream colored rose
She picks up the handkerchief in the center
And lets it fall into a puff
And folds it into a fluffy flower

But today it was his turn
So he took the wedding hanky
Passed down to her by her mother
And folded it into a small square
Then placed an engagement ring in it
And tucked it lovingly into
The blouse pocket nearest her heart

© 05-14-2005
Ronald Howard Moman