Love Poem: Lucky To Have Her
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Written by: Tim Smith

Lucky To Have Her

Rhythmic creaks and gentle squeaks from the withered old wooden rocking chair fill the sweltering late summer afternoon air a peaceful breeze blows across his tepid brow the old man begins to weep as he thinks of his wife inside Drips and drops and a little splash fall down into the half-full sink a lemon scent mixed with her lilac essence warm the cozy spotless kitchen The old woman plates coffee gateau smiles and sits next to him offering a taste of her treat Rich creamy chocolate and a hint of hazelnut he savors every bite of her love He smiles and whispers how lucky he is to have her