It's snowing in Durango,
and my thoughts are turning back
to when I stepped into a store
just looking for a snack.
The snow was falling hard that day
and I was cold and blue.
The girl behind the counter smiled,
and somehow I just knew
that she and I were meant to be;
she was a living doll.
I'd given up on finding love,
but found it after all.
My hunger somehow disappeared,
forgotten by her charm.
We talked and talked, and through it all
I managed to get warm.
We married six weeks after that;
it lasted fifty years.
I buried her three years ago,
along with many tears.
As snow keeps falling here, I think
I truly have been blessed.
Of all the women in the world,
she was the very best.
Sounds like the snack you were looking for turned into a feast! Great rhythm and rhyme. Excellent work!
Dear Belle, thank you so much for commenting on this. I thought I had already replied, but I don't see it.
I hear its words being sung by the fireplace by a lonely cowboy remembering better years and the woman he loved---beautiful words, my friend
Dear 'Cousin', thank you so much. Good to hear from you again.
Ron, did you meet your honest-to-goodness wife that way? ;) You were a lucky cowboy! : ) bri
I'd buy myself a yummy snack, swing the gal and then give her back. You can have her, be my guest. I wish you & her the very best. bri : )
Exactly ONE MONTH after you have submitted this poem, this so beautful poem is chosen as The Member Poem Of The Day. I congratulate you double, Ron.
Congratulations being chosen by PoemHunter as The Member Poem Of The Day. I know, dear Ron, that she is watching from above. I have enjoyed tremendously this best end rhyming poem with a fantastic rhythm.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your love has been immortalized in this lovely poem!