Our Reunion

Part 8

   Well here it is a week later on Sunday morning. Just sitting here drinking a cup of coffee and trying to get Marie off my mind again. I'll admit it's not an easy job. Ah ha. I know what'll do it.

   I'll start with replacing the tap washers. Okay, gotta go down and shut off the water. Open the taps each a little. Remove the handle. Now for my three quarter inch wrench to remove the stem. Pull it out, clean it, replace the washer, lube the threads and reassemble. Well that's the first one. Now for the next. Hmm. I bet it'd be nice to wash and fix Marie’s hair in this sink. Great. Even repair work has her on my mind. She's got to be a witch. I wonder, can a witch be seen in a mirror? Could she be invisible and be sitting here on her broom? I'll have to look it up. Hmm.

  Now that all the taps are done, I need to paint the utility room. I wonder if Marie could wiggle her nose or point her finger and it would be done? Probably be me that would change colors. Oh well. Back to work.

   At least this light blue looks good in here. The white trim stands out. Gee, no black nowhere. Good. No witch present. Ha ha ha. At least I can make jokes about it. I wonder if she's listening to me right now? I hope not. She is sweet even if she can zip across town on her broom faster than a fire truck. Ha ha ha, She'd shoot me if she knew I joked about her like that.

   Now that I'm done and everything is clean and put away, I can relax a little.  I wonder if Marie is home? I just saw her yesterday. She needs a break from me. I need a break from me. But I'm stuck. My get away is a night's sleep. Duh, oh well.

   I need to get back into writing poems. I don't know. Something kind of like;

I Love You As A Friend

The gentleness of your voice,

The kindness of your grin,

The tenderness of your heart,

Is why I love you as a friend.

The caring of your mind,

Your eyes of joy transcend,

Your hands they touch my soul,

Is why I love you as a friend.

The giving of yourself,

Your life and love so blend,

The Angel that you are,

Is why I love you as a friend.

To me you give much hope,

You helped my heart to mend,

My thanks I give to you,

Is why I love you as a friend.

C.J.Beige

11-18-08

  Nah, she probably wouldn't like it anyway. Oh well. Guess I'll have to write one for a witch. Hmm, something else to think about.

My Friend The Witch

What can I say, to my friend the witch,

She gives me such joy, in my life,

More beautiful than, the stars in the sky,

But never could she be my wife.

She could not be, because I am not,

A warlock in life, myself,

She has a broom, I have a car,

We're opposites, right off the shelf.

When she zips on her turbo broom,

Dual seats, with her at the wheel,

I need safety straps, to fly round with her,

So I, don't fall over the hill.

Mixed in her vat, we do as she bids,

We do so to not, be a toad,

Her beauty and all, it hides her true life,

But yet man her heart is so cold.

She is a witch, a beautiful witch,

I wish that together we'd be,

But that cannot fly, cause if she got mad,

She just might zap me into a tree.

C.J.Beige

11-18-08

   Time for a nap. Later Marie. Fly safe. Ha ha ha.