Musings by The Poet Loriet
Swangin'
I bought my porch swing today,
too big for my porch
so I put it out back.
I'm saving the first swing
for the man who helped
me try them out.
It's just like the one
we loved at Wal-Mart,
the one you said
you could nap in.
I can picture you
coming home to me,
putting your socky feet
up and laying your
glasses aside.
I'd pour cold lemonade,
kiss your lips,
and rub your tired feet.
This is our swing,
just like your black truck
is "our" truck.
You saved it for me.
I was the first woman
in your truck.
I save slices of life
to experience with you.
I'm holding your reservation.
You will always be my VIP.
Lori Beal
too big for my porch
so I put it out back.
I'm saving the first swing
for the man who helped
me try them out.
It's just like the one
we loved at Wal-Mart,
the one you said
you could nap in.
I can picture you
coming home to me,
putting your socky feet
up and laying your
glasses aside.
I'd pour cold lemonade,
kiss your lips,
and rub your tired feet.
This is our swing,
just like your black truck
is "our" truck.
You saved it for me.
I was the first woman
in your truck.
I save slices of life
to experience with you.
I'm holding your reservation.
You will always be my VIP.
Lori Beal
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