September Twenty-Two Poem by Charles Hancock

‘Twas a beautiful early autumn day on September twenty-two
You worked at Master Brand Cabinets and I took a vacation day
I was tired, didn’t sleep very well and had much running to do
How would this day would turn out, good or bad? Who could say?

My poem was manipulated, molded, and committed to written word
What to do, what to do? So, I talked your sister into going with me
Discussing the time, seems that earlier rather than later was preferred
I told her I needed her counsel, input, and opinion, I wanted her to see

I told them you were a hard-working country girl with a big heart
Would my choice be good enough or would you want an upgrade?
The setting had to be low, classy, and rugged so it wouldn’t come apart
So with much hemming and hawing my final selection was made

When you got home, you cooked me eggs, biscuits, and fried ham
We ate; you then cleaned up, washed up my plate, fork, and cup
The night before I had gotten in late from visiting Jake and Sam
We decided to sit outside and digest the meal that you whipped up

Settling into our folding chairs, I said that I had poem to recite to you
The quatrain I had penned started out about our new brown metal roof
To your surprise, I zigged instead of zagged as it took a direction anew
It was a marriage proposal and I held out your ring as burden of proof

You jumped out of your seat and smothered me with passionate kisses
I handed you the box containing your diamond encrusted band
Answering with a resounding yes, this meshed with your deepest wishes
You smiled and your eyes twinkled as you held it in your hand </>