Poem for Bobby

I should write you a poem…

After all, I’ve time at hoem…           

I could say how sweet you’re –

Of thought and deed pure.

But I get caught up and muddled

In this and that (and oft-times befuddled)

And so I seldom put together words

That would indicate we’re love-birds.

This Christmas you touched me

With gifts chosen carefully:

A poem I think I “get”,

A popper, books and sweater that fit,

All chosen with me and pleasure in mind,

While I called catalogs to find

Those necessary items that don’t rate

Gift status:  stuff you hate

To wear (but have to).

And so I say thank you

For loving me and sharing our time,

Making this tried planet somewhat sublime.

                                                Judy Andrus Toporcer