A Grain of Love
It was love at first sight, she thought.
A fiery hot courtship followed, she was persistent,
their being together nearly night and day.
Wedding bells' gongs screaming
in her head, begging for fruition.
.
Our handsome young lad was making noises,
sounds of another kind, Please Mary, I need ...
When she'd hint of that blissful day he fidgeted,
coughed lowly, and begged her leave.
Worried a little she took her stand.
Devious it might be, invitations to stay increased.
.
Oh John, O John, hold me tighter,
I love you so became her consistent whisper.
Whispered softly in his ear.
Night after night, passion abounding,
Oh Johnny, do you love me too?
.
It took a measured while but then one night,
his wine-breathed whisper barely sounding,
I love you too, Mary, I love you too.
With wedding thoughts more intense,
she dreamed of that day,
surely coming very soon.
.
Months had passed then her thoughts quickly changed.
.
She'd have to ask and ask she did.
Veiled at first with feigned humor,
talk about the rabbit dying.
Made no sense to John. Come, come to me,
I'll get you a new one tomorrow.
Johnny, it isn't a real rabbit.
No, my test said "a happy day is coming."
.
Later that night when John was with the guys,
they told him what she had meant.
Oh damn, O da... He texted her that night,
gibberish about a fast job change in another town.
I'll text you when I land and
send you some money soon when I can.
.
I am sorry. Be seeing you.
.
Mary's note they found.
Nothing in it made much sense.
One line "to John,"
.
"Was there one, even one grain of love?"
.
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Photo, Poem Copyright, © 2011, 2014 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved
- I'm linked with Kerry at the Real Toads, Sunday Mini-Challenge: In Other Words (Link) - There Kerry picked a couple of novels, I am writing mine in honor of her second selection,
A Grain of Wheat, a novel by Kenyan novelist Ngũgĩ wa Thiong'o
and again Monday
- with Kerry at the Real Toads, Open Link Monday (Link)
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