Hold

Creativity Challenge Day 24- Hold

Hold me close, my sweetheart,
the man who swept me off my feet.

“Let the Boy fix it,” he says,
and he does,
smoking dishwashers,
cold ovens,
an old Subaru,
my damaged heart

Hold my body, my sweetheart,
the man I got to marry.

“That's my mofo” he says,
when I
ace the test,
endure the pregnancy,
write a poem,
live authentically.

Hold my soul, my sweetheart,
the man that shares my world.

“You're my best thing,” he says,
as we
head to work
pay the bills,
attend soccer,
build a life.

(note to reader: "mofo" is the highest of compliments despite it's sketchy origins.)