A few weeks on a stop from Australia to Germany. He looks vaguely familiar. I don't typically write sappy stuff, and this one is bordering on unacceptable. I mean, I don't want to give my husband a heart attack with A-typical sweet nothings...
Stranger
A stranger's in our home
His name I hardly recall
Things are oddly out of place
Suitcases along the wall
A year goes by so quick
Our pup doesn't miss a beat
I believe it is my husband
Bribing him with a treat
A forgotten smell fills the air
He calls it morning coffee
That guy in the kitchen
Masking my spiced chai tea
Daughter rages about conflict
The world so close to war
Her father listens from couch
Sharing a priceless rapport
Our family takes a stroll
Out front door and down side street
His hand warm and comforting
As the sun baked concrete
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Five Year Poem Plan - Part 2
PoetryA continuation of my Five Year Poem Plan, Part 1.
