Poetry, My Loving Wife Poem by Thomas Case

Poetry, My Loving Wife

Rating: 5.0


She rubs the ache from
my back, as the
morning sun
breaks through the
blinds.

She gently kisses
my lips in the
long hot summer,
and brings me
piles of leaves in
the fall.

She doesn't smash my
fragile-glass ego,
nor leave me wanting
in the night.

She births me
hundreds of
children that live
forever.

And she stays young,
while I grow old.

Poetry, My Loving Wife
Sunday, October 17, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: love of poetry,marriage
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Sylvia Frances Chan 18 October 2021

And she stays young, while I grow old..Indeed that is the way with poetry. As it is your wife, excellent metaphor for your love for poetry.5 Stars fullest! I have enjoyed this metaphorical poem tremendously

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LeeAnn Azzopardi 18 October 2021

a beautiful monument to yr wife. I hope you'll cherish her forever Bravo!

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Dr Dillip K Swain 17 October 2021

And she stays young, while I grow old...............this is the truth!

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Thomas Case

Thomas Case

Oxnard, California
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