The Monday Poetry Stretch for this week at Miss Rumphius is to write a “love poem you write cannot include any terms of endearment or words of adoration”.
Tomorrow is our seventeenth wedding anniversary. Here is my contribution to the challenge and gift to my husband:
For My Husband
It’s the little things
coffee ready for morning
wedging the apple, a nighttime snack
traveling in traffic, I get home late
coffee ready for morning
aroma wafting from the kitchen
traveling in traffic, I get home late
dinner awaits
aroma wafting from the kitchen
pizza crust and sauce from scratch
dinner awaits
our conversations do not dangle
pizza crust and sauce from scratch
laundry folded on the dresser
our conversations do not dangle
we walk the pooches
laundry folded on the dresser
scraping the ice off the car in the morning
we walk the pooches
coffee, a treat brought to me while I write
scraping the ice off the car in the morning
wedging the apple, a nighttime snack
coffee, a treat brought to me while I write
It’s the little things
Jone Rush MacCulloch 
Loved the pattern and the honoring of the little things. Now off to Wikipedia to find out about pantuom’s.
It is a pantuom, one of my favorite forms.
This is so tender; the pattern so elegant. I recall practicing this pattern when I took the poetry class a couple of years ago. Darned if I can recall the name for the pattern. No matter. Your template is a perfect guide.
Happy Valentine’s Day to two happy hearts,
Annie