On The 18th Year Of Marriage Poem by RIC BASTASA
On The 18th Year Of Marriage
on that first day
of the year
we start to be on our
own
she washes the dishes
cleans the fridge
folds the blankets
dusts off the
furniture
changes the drapes
and the
table cloths
i feed
our three dogs
mop the floor
and mow the lawn
and trim the
bushes of the
garden
we have set boundaries
between love and work
and strengthen
the fences
that keeps our house
from outside
invasions.
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