Strong
Strong
as a full-grown bull
no flaccid flesh only bulge
through loose fitting pants & t-shirts
spoons and fork handles bend
when he touches them even tines bow
like I do to keep things smooth
he bends over in the garden
pulls weeds yet never bends
to pick up a mess on an indoor floor
unyielding to wishful begs
to quit maligning utensils
I hide a few for me to use
but if I forget he’ll make sure
I know he used my fork and spoon
by bending them too
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This must be the first poem of yours (that I’ve read) directly about You Know Who. 😏
Shew: “like I do to keep things smooth” A lot compressed in this fantastic piece, Cathy!