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She likes all flowers in the ground. And never in a bouquet. They remind her of funerals. She likes all living things, living. Simple presents, ones you've picked out, are the kind she likes best. They will elicit big warm smiles. Please, avoid the mall at all costs (unless you are people watching.) Bring her: Antique buttons, thrift store finds, garage sale discards, free box delights. A dollar movie is always more fun. You have more money for popcorn or thin mints or beer. Send her a home-made card filled with your own poetry or sad jokes. Drive her to the coast any time of the year, just to listen to the ocean. Walk with her through the park. And try not to be impatient when she stops to remark on a leaf or to say hello to a dog or a squirrel. She may be a bit weird, but hey that's real. Surprise her by doing the dishes every once in awhile, and picking up your clothes off of the floor or off the handles of the door. She might like that. Gaze into her eyes like when you were both sixteen, when love was silly and felt so keen...with your pulses both racing wildly while only holding hands. All these things are small and possible. And you may choose (to do) them only one at a time. Remember, she is not expecting any of this. So it will make the best surprise. And she will be so happy. (Thank You!) Written directly to the page Copyright March 12, 2013 All Rights Reserved By This Writer/Author Melissa A Howells Meloo Tilt-a-World LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS WORK FOR THIS SITE TITLE BY THIS AUTHOR Vote for this poem |
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