I Never See Them Coming

Word Bank: Use 10

glistening shock mine lost warrior deluge tundra singing twinkle glass

mirror eyes clock tainted shy cheetah sleek  marshmallow inferno indignation

It is still a shock to count the years,

they pass us, blurring by so quickly.

The birthdays you reject now,

still come.  Yours, always before mine.

But even in silver, tarnished a bit by time,

you are still my warrior, eyes twinkling,

choosing laughter, and fun as weapons.

Large, so human, but a sleek cheetah

wild on the tundra stalking it's game,

hasn't got a move that can beat you

when your on the move, a prank in mind

setting me up for a shriek or laugh,

and earning you, your well earned badge.

A well placed bruise on the right shoulder.

You try to act like an indignant inferno of rage,

but you can't toast marshmallows on a two second flash.

Your sense of humor always gets the best of you.

Too bad I was born without one

leaving you to spend clock ticks, and calendar clicks

with the pranksters perfect victim,

I never see them coming

until I sit on the innumerable stuffed bunnies

you swear are multiplying on their own in my car,

or I lay on an object you try to convince me was placed

magically in our bed by the obnoxious bed faeries, not you.

Six kids, twenty five years, and still you haven't run out of tricks.

And I hope you never do.

Happy Anniversary.

© 2012 Tamera Dobbi