Notes for a Lifetime (Day 6)

We pass, like strangers, quickly down the hall.
His night shift over, dove into his sleep.
No pity has the morn for me to stall;
It’s time to take the baby to his keep.

To work and to the sitter; life’s a sigh!
But on my coffee table, there’s a note
where I must quickly scribble out reply
to running songs we do between us quote.

“You are my Juliet and I love you
in dreams”, sez he.”And you will be my sun!”
But hark, my answer, though it be quite true’s
conditioned by my feet about to run:

“Sleep on, oh Sun God, in our bed of brass!
Tomorrow, in the hallway, we shall pass!

(My cop husband worked the night shift. My teacher’s job meant we passed like ships in the night.
But funny couplets flew back/forth between us during the week. One original, scrawled in pencil on yellow legal, survives. We were together 62 years. )

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