A poem about coming home, and the loving romance becoming home, too. |
My mom, the grateful and talented cook, And my once-ill, but rejuvenated dad, Are at our semi-spacious home Preparing to enjoy a typical family meal With their loving, oldest son. They discuss plans to head out of town shortly To their second home, As well as a get-together this coming weekend With other family members To celebrate the Chinese New Year Which we will all be attending. I enjoy these warm, ingratiating, and somewhat Infrequent get-togethers, And plan my coming days Taking into account my parents’ schedule. On these days when my parents are away, I normally spend time with my girlfriend, Whom I am getting to know quite intimately, Having dated her for a year and a half. I have developed a close and happy connection To her stylish, wholesome, and sexy appeal. At the moment, I am enjoying a completely fulfilling life Of familial love as well as romance, Coming home to parents I love and cherish deeply, And hopefully someday, Sharing a home With my lovely and talented partner With whom dedication and kindness Offer huge and promising success, Now and in the near And distant future. In truth, love is the brightest, most distant star, And hopefully is not Millions of light years away From the wondrous souls Who seek its naturally responsive chords… |