I Never See Them Coming
Word Bank: Use 10
glistening shock mine lost warrior deluge tundra singing twinkle glass
mirror eyes clock tainted shy cheetah sleek marshmallow inferno indignation
It is still a shock to count the years,
they pass us, blurring by so quickly.
The birthdays you reject now,
still come. Yours, always before mine.
But even in silver, tarnished a bit by time,
you are still my warrior, eyes twinkling,
choosing laughter, and fun as weapons.
Large, so human, but a sleek cheetah
wild on the tundra stalking it's game,
hasn't got a move that can beat you
when your on the move, a prank in mind
setting me up for a shriek or laugh,
and earning you, your well earned badge.
A well placed bruise on the right shoulder.
You try to act like an indignant inferno of rage,
but you can't toast marshmallows on a two second flash.
Your sense of humor always gets the best of you.
Too bad I was born without one
leaving you to spend clock ticks, and calendar clicks
with the pranksters perfect victim,
I never see them coming
until I sit on the innumerable stuffed bunnies
you swear are multiplying on their own in my car,
or I lay on an object you try to convince me was placed
magically in our bed by the obnoxious bed faeries, not you.
Six kids, twenty five years, and still you haven't run out of tricks.
And I hope you never do.
Happy Anniversary.
© 2012 Tamera Dobbi