After consulting with my eight year old on various poetry forms, I am ready to regale you, dear readers, with some haikus and an acrostic.
What starts with romance
Leads to (always failing) chore charts,
Netflix on the couch.
They nitpick and fight,
Like an old married couple.
Yet loyal and true.
Elementary School Kids
Legos in the carpet,
Light sabers and poop jokes, too.
Wide eyed, still so sweet.
On Picking Husbands and Churches
Go with the one that
makes you laugh.
Therein lies wisdom.
Wet socks from stepping in a slush puddle
Icicles on my nose and eyelashes and my gutters, too
Need hot chocolate and a crackling fire
Toes that never warm up
Every storm forecast more apocalyptic than the last
Rick, can you dig me out, again?
© Laura Goetsch and goetschblog, 2015.