Dear Insert Your Name Poem by James McLain

Dear,
Insert your name; under mine when you have the need
to feel inconspicuous, as ardor waves us on to shore.
The bakers wife, misses nothing as she stands in the
door with those fresh loaves, tucked under her arms.
Be careful of her she will ask, thinking she neads the dough
into rising every where, full of bread some of her baskets are.
She uses yeast and moist are her puddings through out.
Then white to tan be the trust, say nothing and stay heavy.
Take extra care love with the seamstress, she knows every
color and where they string from, thinking she couldn't eye
brown thread to a needle, unless her needle mended those
cotton patches most in these time have need for. Keep
the seams tight and waterproof, or she will know..and on that,
I must go about the other business only you know of..untill then..
when next we speak we will in a lower voice stay true to the
other of which we would now gladly change....is uprooting..
I keep your rose in my locket, red for us, white be caution..lie..