I woke this morning to find <br />An old man in my bed. <br />Short grey halo <br />Surrounding his bald head, <br />Glasses at the bedside <br />Hard backed book <br />Half read. <br />His eyes flickered open <br />A smile lit up his face <br />This stranger looked straight at me <br />“Morning love”, he said. <br />But something is familiar <br />In those melting chocolate eyes <br />The smile lines, I don’t know them <br />But, oh, those muddy pies. <br />Before their quick sand <br />Suck me in <br />I tear myself away <br />Rush into the bathroom <br />Keep this man at bay. <br />And who’s this woman staring <br />From the mirror <br />Back at me? <br />With double chin and wrinkles <br />And grey roots I can see. <br />Strangely like my mother <br />A long lost aunt maybe <br />She’s got the family frown line <br />But who on earth is she? <br />Now I’m looking closely <br />She starts to ring a bell <br />The crooked nose is mine <br />For sure <br />And scarred from where I fell <br />The years have gone too quickly <br />And boy they took their toll <br />One minute I was lithesome <br />The next I’m chubby, old. <br />Now the man is singing <br />He’s mine <br />I know that now <br />20 years together <br />Since we made our solemn vow. <br />Ups and downs and in betweens <br />The good, the bad, the rest <br />The old man in my bed, I know <br />Has got to be the best. <br /> <br />Happy Anniversary Darling!<br /><br />Sallie Howson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-old-man-in-my-bed/
