Poetry For Everyday People
To Kiss Love
My mother loves
Thomas Kinkade,
I love Buddy Guy,
but I understand,
I dig the lights
shinning inside
his cottages,
the family by
the fire place,
the cobblestone
walkways
and lantern lit
bridges,
comfort can be
a strange thing,
who doesn't feel good
carrying a bottle or
two of red wine home,
a hand full
of flowers
and a fresh baguette
to dip in homemade
spaghetti sauce.
Thomas Kinkade,
I love Buddy Guy,
but I understand,
I dig the lights
shinning inside
his cottages,
the family by
the fire place,
the cobblestone
walkways
and lantern lit
bridges,
comfort can be
a strange thing,
who doesn't feel good
carrying a bottle or
two of red wine home,
a hand full
of flowers
and a fresh baguette
to dip in homemade
spaghetti sauce.
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To Kiss Love
To Kiss Love