A working draft, 2/17/09
Cooking with
fresh herbs from our garden-
vegetables that we tended
together.
Laundry, bills
(responsibilities of growing up).
But you still come home
and kiss me.
We're making plans.
Jobs, trips, family.
Something I wasn't sure
I'd ever do.
Yet now my victories, my losses,
and yours,
wouldn't feel right
without a me and you.
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
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