A LABOUR OF LOVE.

Many hours he spends at the computer
sorting out my poems you see.
Shrinking them down to eight font
so four to a page there’ll be.
Every poem will be included,
he is doing it just for me
Making one large book of poems
to give to our posterity.

Also when this great work is done
there’s another task ahead,
The index under different headings
so things can be easily found instead
Of spending ages just looking,
you can find what you want right away,
Oh, how much it shows he loves
and cares for me in a very special way.

One day the task will be completed
when no more poems will come,
Then he’ll know this, his great
work, a labour of love is done.
He will bind them into a book,
all my works with loving care.
Because of his love and effort taken
by my husband who is always there.

M Ann Margetson © October 16, 2000
2000/alabour
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