It's dark outside. I'm heating water for a drink and I'm eating cold pasta with sauce,
and I've got mixed feelings about being left home by MYSELF as YOU travel. Yes, I do, 'Boss'.
I'm your ‘dog' and you know it. There's no one here now to throw me …..an OLD bone.
It's nice in SOME ways to be more ‘independent', BUT it means I'm also mostly ‘alone'.
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A lovely poem Bri. How we miss those that are a large part of our lives when they are gone even if it's only a few days or so. I'm sure your wife will adore this poem. I hope you read it to her and give her a bunch of hand picked flowers when she returns :)
Humor apart, I am sure you miss her in a genuine way.And I am sure she knows it.A fine poem, thank you for sharing.
A fine tribute to (I'm sure!) a fine lady. I hope she returns to her Bri safe and sound.
Baked beans don't have anything on him once he gets in his cajoling mode.
Very touching, Bri. I'm so glad she finally found her way home. I had an empty house last week and I rather enjoyed it, but I don't suppose I would want that permanently! Didn't cook and didn't even open a can of baked beans... (Never liked them even though I am veg.) Grest poem.