Sunday, February 03, 2013

A Poem for Husband (assuming he dies before me)

When my time to die has come and I become a star
I hope someone will catch us both and keep us in a jar.

I composed that in my head in bed this morning. I recited it to Husband and asked if he were deeply moved. He said yes but I think he was lying.

And that's why I'm never going to be a poet. (I just thought: I should have kept this for my Valentine's day offering.)

4 comments:

Ole Phat Stu said...

When I die, I want y'all to dress the corpse in a Superman costume and throw it out of an airplane ;-)

Just THINK of the urban legends that'd start ;-)

Leslie: said...

Men are never openly romantic after a while. I call L my "sexy beast" and I always get a smile at that! lol

Jay at The Depp Effect said...

Well, I think it's sweet! I'm going to try it on OH.

Now, what should I write?

Um ... how about:

'He went and died before me,
The dirty, stinkin' rat.
Now there are no more Conversations
That I can belly-laugh at'

Mm. Perhaps not.

I'm with you - I'm never going to be a poet!

Liz said...

That would be fantastic, stu!

You know what he likes, leslie.

very good, jay. let's write a book of poetry between us! We could be best-sellers!