Wedding Work
On my finger is a ring
The ring finger of
my left hand
Under the ring
is a callous
made by wedding work
with a band
The work was the kind that
women do,
following dirt
into corners, pockets
Chasing the impossible
clean
The work leaves my mind
like sheets on the line
The floors I’m afraid are
incorrigible. I play,
worry the callous made
by marrying work
and a ring
I think of the day
I slid through
that circle,
I consider the man
who gave me
the symbol
I question motives
because I am
modern, but
I listen
to him with
my hands
Man I say
You are honor-
able woman
you are wise
I turn my back
on the obvious
I speak the language
of my own life
Happy 9th anniversary my Love.
VSVEVG (very simple very easy very good) 
I like your poem, beautiful photo of Felipe, of course. But who is the cute little puppy?
Elvis, it should tell you if you hover on it, I try to always title my photos with a hover, glad you like the poem 🙂
Beauty lady, happy anniversary to yous both!!!!
Gracias amiga, on my way to Paricks, will call you when I return to Chicago in Sept 🙂
Thank you for sharing this stunning poem for Felipe. It’s like a present.
It really makes me so happy when people like my poetry, thanks Shelley
My favorite animal is puppies.
Hello, nice to hear from you! I love puppies too, but ducklings are a very close second, not as cuddly but intensely cute 🙂