Cat like eyes
and chandeliers
silky paws
down the spine
and up the hill
old chesterfield
chairs on a nearly
worn out floor

A smokey bar
and a man with
his guitar
singing with
a husky voice
in contrast to
the polished
tables

Beds functioning
as trampolines
for the children
upstairs - one of them
jumping so high he's
touching the moon

Every night
before bedtime
he spends time
by the coffee table
with his wife
she is older now
but still pretty
her arms shows
signs of heavy lifting
and so does her eyes

He admires
his wife for
her strong
personality
yet she's quiet
while he's singing
in his husky voice

She does the laundry
he makes coffee
the children sometimes
come over for a cracker
and a good story

They have no kids
themselves
but a shelter home
for cats astray
a slice of bread and butter
and some wine for those
stopping by

In an apartment
in the back of the town
a few blocks away
from the brewery
and the grocery store
lives a couple in a rugged
home

His husky voice
singing songs
a wife silently
watching with loving eyes

coffee and crackers
and good old stories

her arms shows
signs of heavy lifting

and so does her eyes


but when she smiles
he falls in love


- all over again