Sunday Poetry: Real Promises (His Version)

by: Georgia

There will be pain at times and you'll want to leave

I may beat you to it, but only to breathe

I'll always return to the place I belong

With chocolates and flowers to make up for that wrong

Our children will fight you, they'll call you a tyrant

With a smile and a laugh, I'll try and deny it

You'll pick up my messes

You'll say that I'm dirty

I'll ignore that you get dolled up

For the mailman named Harry

I'll eat the mistakes that you choose to call dinner

I'll ignore the five pounds and say you look thinner

You'll tell me my hairline's receeding

But it makes me look sexy

I'll buy a convertible and cycle

Because I know that you'll let me

When it comes time for my check-ups

I won't whine or complain

For the heart that loves me most

Is worth any kind of pain

When our home is lacking the sounds of our children

We'll hold each other and relax in this, knowing

It started with us, alone and unsure

It ends the same way,

With my love and yours

by Georgia