Wishing

Wishing {Ode to “One Fine Day”}

My perfect life?
To be his wife.
I would be well.
I’d always tell
my waking dream
of our sweet team,
madly in love
and
blessed from above.

We’d breakfast in
our small kitchen.
Part to toil
in steel soil.
Then home again,
for that is when
we’re most at rest
and
feeling our best.

We’d dine at home.
He’d never roam.
No need for bars,
the evening’s ours.
Time together,
even better.
The two of us,
and
no need to fuss.

This joyful time
it would be mine,
if only he
would notice me.
Until that day
I’ll simply stay
patient, and prim,
and
wishing for him.

© 2012 L.E.H.