868 What My Wife and I Do well. 11-7-19

We make our bed each morning,
our daily ritual.
The litergy goes back to our beginnings.

Pillow-case patterns parallel each other
in perfect unison.
Bed-spread, folded back, just so.
The razor-edge of quilt tucked back
beneath the mattress
like Marines just bivoacked.
The hanging linen curtains tied
in matching knots
to their particular post.

All this is
of the order in our lives.

to keep balance in our world,

(so we say…)

the next night,
in our passion
we fling the pillows to the floor,
toss the blankets around us,
in a helter-skelter love fest!


What’s that?
A toe-nail-snare in the silk-sheet?


No worries.

Our cedar chest
at the foot of the bed
stores a stack of them,
freshly washed,
neatly folded,
lavender sprayed.

We will unfold a new one,
when we make the bed,
come morning.

About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2020 and it's 72! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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