A Lyrical Love Poem
You are the cinnamon in the batter,
Not sweet, yet flavorful
Giving the rolls their name
You are the softness in the flannel sheets,
That warm me so completely
On cold winter mornings
You are the spice,
the Cayenne pepper,
Making a rich dish of my life
You are the joy
That we can hear
In our babies’ laughter
You are the sadness,
The loss of my old dog
Implacable and complete
You are the wetness
Of the waves ceaselessly
Arriving at my shores
You are the life that
I will miss
When it is my turn to miss life.