Poetry challenge: Valentines poem.
We live in a fourteen foot (the width) mobile home
and as much as I love and prefer this place
over our previous dwelling’s,
a three story townhouse and a two story house,
there is only so much usable wall space per room.
And so, I was telling my husband how I
noticed he was taking up more floor
space in our master bedroom than myself –
with his dresser, laundry basket and an exercise apparatus.
The queen sized bed on my end
aligns with the double door mirrored closet;
allotting only enough room, in-between,
for a small night stand and my slippers.
As with his response to my inquiry,
my husband emphasis’s prosaically, on repeat,
that he can and will allow up to at-least
six more inches of space on my side of the bed!