Doodle on my strip of paper
Was in place under the pepper server
Minutes ticked as I wait for supper
The clock hands move slower
Why is he not home yet?
Is the table all set?
Will I his praise ever get?
In silence as eyes an instance met?
Will he give a half-smile?
Say' change and come in a while'
As I turn to, in my usual style
Make hot chapattis with a smile
In the home a ticking silence
Will someone entering, feel the essence
The touching homely mated preference
Of long married in mutual congruence
Doodle on my strip of paper
Was in place under the pepper server
His eyes caught its message clever
His smile deepened as he grinned wider
His hands reach out
For me; or the paper to refute?
I slip away into the garden mute......
Will he understand my message cute?
Doodle on my strip of paper
Was in place adding the pepper slighter
Minutes ticked as I await his caper
The clock hands move to each other closer...........
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~malinikadir
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