he pushed me harder
i squealed, Higher!
he chased me around the ground
i shouted in glee, won the round
he huffed & puffed until he greyish ill
i was carried away by his charm, still
a cool chick, he still calls me
laughing , we walked home
together, blessed with angels,
the best life.
Today happens to be our wedding anniversary.
Author's Note: This post is for Poetry Jam hosted by Bug. The theme is to imagine what our life will be at age 67 and using a form we don't normally use (I tried to rhyme). What a challenge ~
Shared with Flash Fiction 55: Tell a story in 55 words. G-Man, joining you this time.
picture credit: Happythings.tumblr