Sunday, November 14, 2010

Prose For My Wife

Posts here don't need to be poems, do they?
Because there is something I'd love to say
But I don't really want to put it in verse.

I love you my dear. And I try to rehearse
This in actions every hour, every day,
Sometimes better and sometimes worse,
But knowing just how much I'm blessed;
You're a  gift of grace at God's behest.

2 comments:

Katherine said...

Oh Mr Picklesworth .. how very lovely!

Mall Diva said...

Love you, Moose.