I should have posted this poem last week as it was most fitting with what I wrote about. Anyway, better late than never, right? Enjoy.
She sets my plate before me,
scrambled eggs and ham with toast,
hers the same but with eggs over easy.
I ask her not to tell anyone about my leg
so she tells me she's not going out,
hang out with her friends this weekend
and I look up and tell her to stop worrying
then she stops with the empty plates in her hand,
her lined, freckled face with her brown
eyebrows up like a tepee and she says,
"I worry because I love you."
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