My first blog. Where the heck do I start? I’m just going to pull something out of that. I think I’ll share a poem I wrote in honor of those wonderful men out there who love us just as we are!
“Well, To Him”
I have the sultry voice that could tell Bogey to put his lips together and blow
Like Lauren Bacall,
Hundred mile an hour curves like a tight dress
On Marilyn Monroe,
Pin-up perfect legs and tush that could stop traffic dead
Like Betty Grable,
Eyes that can make you stand tall or cut you down to nothing
Like Bette Davis,
And picture perfect bazoombas that never lose their shape,
Like Raquel Welch.
Well, to him I do.
I am the grace and poise that never falter even under the hottest heat
Like Queen Elizabeth,
The selflessness that never tires no matter how hard the going gets,
Like Mother Theresa,
The social and homemaking dynamo that keeps the home fires homey,
Like Martha Stewart,
And wisdom personified who doles out advice to set the world straight
Like Dear Abby.
Well, to him I am.
I will dish out kisses to knock the socks clean off your feet and make you feel
Like Clark Gable,
I will tango with you till the cows come home and make you feel
Like Fred Astaire,
I will be the sweet demure girl who bats her eyelashes and makes you feel
Like John Wayne,
I will make love in a desert tent under a full moon and make you feel
Like Rudolph Valentino,
I will be everything and do anything, the sky’s the limit.
Well, for him I will.