A Loving Cup Poem by Charles Hancock

She often sits on the grass
While sipping sangria from a tall glass
She loves spending time outside
Memories roll in like the high tide

Thoughts which bring on a grin
Like his fingertips on her skin
Oh, if she only had a shiny nickel
For all the times he made her giggle

His deployment will soon be up
To once again share a loving cup
Under a bright moonbeam
Is her favorite daydream

He'll be eligible to retire next May
Now that his brown hair has gone gray
And the lines in his face have grown
From his multiple trips to a combat zone

Each is the owner of the other's heart
Though the world tried to tear them apart
So she'll continue to wait patiently
For the man she loves faithfully