Love is like...... (Metaphor in a poem for Dottie)

Love is like…. (Poem for Dottie my love)

Poem given with flowers

Love is like a favorite old sweater,
shabby it sounds, boy do I know!
But, I believe your great patience,
will stay for the truth,
So, wait and I’ll tell you my odd simile.

The sweater I wear, and feel so secure.
Live in forever, and never remove.
Asleep in its arms, the best place I am sure.
Always well worn, but never is fading.

If it’s misplaced and off in the wash,
I’m just not the same, as odd as it seams,
Sometimes ignored, and cast to the side.
Donned once again, my heart’s all ablaze.

Tears and some holes have even grown dear.
Reminding me still of love suffered long.
If threadbare and worn, the faults all my own.
Loose threads make it ragged,
But it's only well worn.

If ever an urge for the latest new sweater,
I remember that this one is just broken in.
Like second skin slowly grown over time.
It will never be shed till death do us part.

It once was red-hot, fiery sparkles all new,
But now showing wear, it’s cherished much more.

Since I have no old sweater, just a love beyond all.
Please remember this metaphor,
Always worn but never fading.

And since I must have the last word as you know,

Our love makes me feel sane, safe and so sound.
-Michael T

The Baby Smiled (Madison's Poem)

The Baby smiled at my old face.

With chubby cheeks and giddy talk,
her innocent charm engulfed the room.

I hid my face in a pretending game,
her tiny voice with bashful giggles came.
Laughter priceless, soothing soul.

Laughing, running play, in timeless baby games,
eyes are sparkling bright, delight is oh so quick.
Innocent and hidden still from life’s anxieties.

Bring me more the Baby signed.