Cooing In A Nest Poem by nimal dunuhinga
Cooing In A Nest
My beloved wife bought me a sunblock cream; 'Dad! You have some wrinkles on your face.'
'Yes Mom! We are close upon our sixties, yet to be chosen for the yearly Marathon.'
She collects pennies in an old jam bottle and hides somewhere as she knows that I steal for my daily Cuban vanilla cigar.
I dreamed one night the till full of gold coins.
Amusing, but also very touching. Love is unconditional. Take care. Warm regards, Sandra
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5/19/2024 4:50:41 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A pair of human pigeons, you describe Nimal, in this delightful poem about home and hearth and sixty somethings and their dreams. Another tender-hearted expression of your poetic voice. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥