New poetry

The Only Part:

My secret is glorious-
My small part of your soul.
The tiniest part that is only mine,
floating to my softest places.

And now, I know- what no one else knows.
And it is glorious.
It is gloriously mine.


On Falling in Love:
Once when we were out
we saw an old couple
Arm in Arm
supporting each other over every bump in the sidewalk.

Him: Suspenders.
Her: Shocking red lipstick.

My thought: That's me and my husband someday.
Your words: That's me and my wife someday.


ok,ok, not the best writing I've ever done but good that I am writing after being sooooooooooooo out of practice.