seamus mullins

Her - Poem by seamus mullins

Her the one with the blue eyes
The one with the great thighs
Her as she walks by my room
The one who makes the boys sigh

Her I see her every day
The walk between buildings
Her the long yellow tresses
The prettiest girl on campus

Her she sits cross legged in the grass
The wind rustling the pages she tries to read
Her with the pouty pink lips glistening
The girl I want to marry

Her in a white dress and flowers
The woman she has become
Her walking towards me
The woman that she's become

Her the mother of my children
The soft silken lullabies
Her she comes to me softly
The woman that I have loved

Her the mother to the mothers
The matron of the family
Her still the light of my nights
The woman of my home

Her now frail and old
The backbone of my life
Her how will I do without her
The love of my whole life

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  • (7/3/2008 12:01:00 AM)

    Fantastic tribute to a wife... a kind that is a 'Till Death Do Us Part'! A 10. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, July 2, 2008

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