As I strip the mattress bare <br />and watch the pile <br />of sheets, pillowcases, <br />blankets and pillows grow <br />I find myself thinking of you... <br />and me. <br /> <br />What comes to mind <br />is sheer happiness. <br />As I tuck the sheet under the foot of the bed <br />(just like you like it) <br />I catch myself laughing <br />remembering the times we would stay awake <br />late into the night wrestling... <br />(I always won) <br />trying to stay quiet <br />until our laughter was uncontrollable <br />and we would hear one of the kids <br />yell from the next room... <br />''PUH-LEASE! ! KEEP IT DOWN IN THERE! <br />WE'RE TRYING TO SLEEP! '' <br /> <br />I arrange the pillows <br />just as I always do... <br />(your favorite one on top) <br />and I take an extra moment <br />holding your favorite pillow... <br />your scent drifts up to my face <br />almost as if you are there. <br />I set it in place and realize <br />how many years have passed. <br />We've experienced so much <br />in this bed. <br /> <br />The laughter is what rings in my ears <br />as I fold back the comforter <br />to expose just a touch <br />of those all too familiar sheets <br />(you know...the ones with the ducks flying on them) . <br /> <br />As I leave our room <br />I find a sense of anticipation <br />in the thought that in a few short hours <br />we will be here again...together.<br /><br />Mary Nagy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/our-bed-2/
