hyperbolic photo by okcforgottenman–thanks!!!
Built-in Guilt-in
With leaking roof and floors atilt,
She hates the house her husband built.
Yet her affection rose above it.
Her reaction? Dear, I love it!!!
Now every time she goes to doze,
doors creak open and then close.
Trips to the bathroom make her seasick–
the perfect place for her to be sick!
She’d like to say, if she were able,
she fears the wall joists are unstable;
for every time she leans on them,
the pictures tilt and lights all dim.
In autumn, shingles fall like leaves.
She hates how the foundation heaves.
As walls close in and ceilings shift,
She rues her husband’s every thrift.
Their marriage is a thing of bliss.
She still swoons to his deep kiss.
He is a lover kind and true.
He rubs her feet when she is blue.
She loves him still with all her heart.
They’ll be together ‘til death do part.
She only hopes that his construction
is not the means to their destruction!
https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/the-guilt-that-haunts-me/
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Home is were the heart is, or is it??
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Ha. Good point.
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Now THAT is boundless love. I’ think I’d feel obliged to go with mentioning that there might be a few minor adjustments to be made 🙂
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As would I if this were not a fictional account.
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Foundation of marriage built on hope and trust won’t crumble.
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LOL! Brilliant and delightful.
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Foot rubs help atone for a multitude of sins.
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Thanks, Forgottenman. I had completely forgotten writing this.
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