Oh My Goodness

By Richard L. Provencher

Fri, 14 Sep 2012
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Look at that
face full of wonder

and cheeks ablaze with
smiling life

brow unwrinkled
with thoughts preparing

to enter any fray.

Hair not yet receding
colour so fair
with such a glorious mane

I cannot tear away too
soon from wisdom staring
back at me --

“Honey time to wake up”
voice dripping with energy
and a wife wrestling her man
from deep slumber
within his bed

and his groggy state allows
a rush to mirror
through washroom’s door
trying to hold
onto images and thoughts
struggling with
reality as he gazes into
the truth of another birthday.

© Richard L. Provencher

Certificate U
Poem
POETRY - A Passage of Motion 3
Humour

Comments

Submitted by Cavalcader on
new Richard L Prov... Loved all this terrific poem1 How true! Like no hair receding colour so fair wih such a glorious mane. Afraid I am grey now,allergy! hairdresser,never had used have it reddish! now my hair receded. So dob on bit powder and paint! They say makes a lady what she ain't! But growing old,must be life's ups and downs, as never show! take care,well we have separate divans, now,as crushed rolled over,heavy couldn't shouting at him,get him to move scary! Read someone died she so small,height and weight to him whoever! Now central heating snug,wonderful. hug from us julie and Ray xx

Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on
Thank you very much, Julie and Ray. I hope you had a wonderful day today. Esther and I did. Cheers. Richard
Richard L. Provencher