Silently I yawn.
I want my husband's snores gone.
Lovingly I see his eyes.
Each word he says is wise.
Now I will hold his hand.
Calmness I feel; he is my fan.
Enjoy laying by my man
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Darla M Seely
I am 58 years old. I love to write poems, crochet, take photos, and make scrapbooks. I write poems about Jesus, love, friendship, how to improve, forgiveness, my cat, holidays. I enjoy making afghans for friends, family, taking photos
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amazing poem
Haha, this is a nice one, excellent entry!😁