He Doesn't Send Me Flowers
By Julie Lacksonen
My man shows love in countless ways.
He tells me with his eyes.
He cooks and cleans without complaint
Unlike so many guys.
*
He tells me funny anecdotes.
I sometimes laugh for hours.
He compliments me often,
But, he doesn't send me flowers.
*
"And just why is that?" you may ask,
"for flowers satisfy."
He simply won't spend hard-earned cash
On something doomed to die.
*
It really doesn't bother me.
He's right - they fade away.
He gives a much more priceless gift -
Declaring love each day.
*
And when we become intimate,
The man has super powers.
He's mine until death parts us.
I prefer him over flowers.
❤️🔥
For my husband, Ted. 💛🧡♥️
About the Creator
Julie Lacksonen
Julie has been a music teacher at a public school in Arizona since 1987. She enjoys writing, reading, walking, swimming, and spending time with family.
Enjoyed the story? Support the Creator.
Subscribe for free to receive all their stories in your feed. You could also pledge your support or give them a one-off tip, letting them know you appreciate their work.
Keep reading
More stories from Julie Lacksonen and writers in Poets and other communities.
Smartystan
Flags flew freely in the summer breeze. They consisted of a gray and white brain against a black background. Scales of gold sat just beneath the image of the organ. The sun rose at just the zenith and shared its light and warmth with the attendees to one of the country-states’ greatest accomplishments: the graduation of two women who had been in a halfway house and found their passions for art design and communications. Mala and Sheltham looked on with sunglasses and cheered the graduates. With the knowledge they had months to go before being up on that stage, they looked at each other and grinned. After the ceremony, they walked into a pizza restaurant that fit their budgets.
By Skyler Saunders3 days ago in Chapters
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.