She Loves Me
She loves me to the sun and back
moon, planet, stars
She loves me 100%
(which is as far as you can go)
She has a love chain
and I’m at the top
along with God and Jesus
Below me come family
then friends
then neighbours
then the unknown, who are nice
then robbers and murderers
who aren't
She tells me not to post this
because it’s cheesy
and I’m glad that she’s discerning
because she loves me :)
Isobel
Fri 28th Oct 2011 23:33
Thank you Ray and Francine - I'm glad that you got something out of this. I think we all need to have a poem that bombs now and again - it keeps us in touch with reality :)
I had a feeling this would be too sweet for the WOL palette but wanted to keep it with the rest of my poetry cos it means something to me. My blogs on here operate much like a photo album...
The inspiration was a glorious morning cuddle in bed with my 8 year old. She is growing up fast and I doubt she will be wanting to do that for much longer. The poem plopped out very easily cos it wasn't so much about crafting. I agree with your suggestions Ray and I'm going to implement them!
Philip - you were lucky to hold the blog top spot for longer than a nanosecond :)