In my quiet house
On this quiet Sunday
Early fall
I gaze at the face
Of the sunflowers on my table;
You planted them
Along the side of the yard
They grew 8 feet tall
The bees love them
And love,
So do I.
It’s a Norah Jones morning
A new apple cider candle is lit
And just as I was doing
A few hours ago
From your warm bed
My thoughts are lost in
How I want to come home to you
Every day
Not just some days.
The side work-table you made
Would fit perfectly
In my kitchen
We’ll put the KitchenAid
In the corner by the stove;
We’ll need a new refrigerator
Big enough to store finished cakes
A convection oven
And bookshelves
Lots of bookshelves
So our dog-eared pages
And library-sale first editions
Can mingle
Happily.
by Julie Blue 