after we had breakfast at his favorite spot.
The back-ups that lead to the Bucs stadium
went for miles. We forgot about that.
We sang old songs and poked along.
At the mall we parked in the overflow lot,
walked around holding hands and sharing soda.
Saw Santa Claus in his ice palace, heard the squeals
from children, grumbles from adults that it's too soon.
Such a magical time, the times I spend with Bill.
5 comments:
very sweet!
This is beautiful, Judy and says a lot about both of you that you can sing and laugh in the midst of frustration. Jack just curses in traffic jams LOL!
Judy, wonderful to appreciate the moments, the small moments! I know you do that.
Only you could find beautiful feelings in being stuck in traffic or listening to adults grump about Christmas. Such a wonderful poem!
What a wonderful romantic you are! Bill is a lucky man!!
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