Poems

Bread and Wine

With hides and puffs, I asked you out,
"Will you be mine?", did my heart shout.
When your hand met the hand of mine,
We celebrated it with bread and wine.

Daily we fell in bed, and new things we explored,
You get a little baby in lap was what I ensured.
And when in your lap did those sparkling eyes shine,
We celebrated it over some bread and wine.

As I saw you in coffin,
I was not choking.
Your body has ended still soul is fine,
With that part of hope, some bread and wine.

I still feel my shoulder with your head resting on it,
Facing the sea, securing you in my heart's every bit.
I caress your rosy cheeks with hope that you are mine,
With that consolation, I fetch myself some bread and wine.