One Mississippi

 The Mississippi's just keep coming!!

Prompt:  What Can Happen in a Second?

 

One Mississippi.  I saw you.  You saw me.  A smile transpired and we both knew that something special was there.  I tipped my head to the side and looked coyly at you from across the room, willing you to come over and talk to me.

Two Mississippi.  You turned my face toward yours and assertively placed your lips on mine. A first kiss that stirred my very soul.

Three Mississippi. You grabbed my hand as we walked back down the aisle, as Mr. and Mrs., a gentle squeeze representing all of our hopes and dreams for happily ever after.

Four Mississippi. I didn’t mean it. I regretted instantly that it slipped from my lips, but I can’t u- say it and your heart is ripped open by the razor sharp barbs of my harsh words. And vice-versa.

Five Mississippi.  You brush the tears from my face and kiss my forehead.

Six Mississippi.  We are one. The moment of conception. A beating heart. (x6) Our lives will never be the same.

Seven Mississippi.  A Mothers prayer. A Fathers embrace. A kiss goodnight.

Eight Mississippi.  The slideshow on the digital photo frame changes from a happy image of our children to the joyful face of our granddaughter. We both swell with love.

Nine Mississippi. I see you. You see me. A smile transpires and we both know that something special is still there.

Ten Mississippi.  Possibility. 

Every Mississippi is an endless source of what could be. When things are hard, the seconds pass and carry us from the difficulties, to comfort.  From pain to peace and from doubt back to hope again.  A second is the moment that dream becomes reality and that the intangible becomes tangible.  A second is a measure of Life. A unit of measure to count potential, hope and happily ever after.  Our happily ever after lies in each second we are able to give to one another.  

Eleven Mississippi.  Gratitude and Love for my husband

Dave and Alice and the Mysterious Itch - an Autobiographical Rom-Com

 

Dave and Alice met through friends of a friend,

Making happy prelude to the life they would spend.

 

They got to know one another over late-night TV,

Watching Time-Life commercials for music CDs.

They sat side-by-side, hands near, barely grazing,

Each ascertaining, the other was amazing.

 

Dave hesitated to get serious too fast,

He had school to finish, and future plans to cast.

So, he maintained some distance, to place a safer bet.

But from Alice’s perspective Dave was playing hard to get.

 

Then one night while watching “The Best of Soul Train,”

Dave found himself feeling, that he no longer, could refrain.

He turned in toward Alice, moving face to face.

He placed a kiss upon her lips, so hard she had to brace.

 

Alice was bewildered, by the passionate kiss,

Having never before felt in life, such unbridled bliss.

The kiss opened-wide the doors, in their couple-ship,

They began to plan a life, that their future would equip.

 

They found themselves a condo, for cohabitation.

A little place to build a home, and mutual admiration.

Excitedly they moved right in, as all their dreams were forming,

Dave stopping for a moment, to buy Alice a housewarming.

 

He bought a lovely cactus, the soft and fuzzy kind,

And tucked a ring into the pot, for what he had in mind.

He placed it on the front seat of his little car,

And drove it home to Alice, it wasn’t very far.

 

He arrived with pot in hand, dropping to one knee,

Alice nodded as he said, “Will you marry me?”

She heartily accepted, thrilled to know she’d be his wife,

They left for dinner happily, to celebrate their life.

 

When they arrived at supper, Alice felt a little itch,

Scratching on her rear she uttered “son-of-a-bitch.”

They ordered wine and gave a toast, to mark the special day,

Excitedly, Dave let her know he had something more to say.

 

“Guess why I chose a cactus?” He asked his fiancée,

“Because they can survive, on even the harshest days.”

“When we go through hard-times, and we surely will,

We’ll get through them, you and I, always, forever still.”

 

Alice’s eyes watered, from Dave’s loving speeches,

They were also tearing up, from the itching in her breeches.

By the time the wine was gone, and dinner platters bare,

Alice hardly could sit still, shifting in her chair.

 

They got the bill and paid it, little itch becoming big,

Alice longed to scratch, but feared the scene from such a dig.

When they got back to the car, Alice removed her pants.

Upon gazing at her backside, Dave knew the cause, perchance.

 

A mixture of emotions, came rushing to his face.

Seeing where the cactus sat, before Alice took its place.

Alice understood as well, letting out a boisterous laugh.

The sweetest of Dave’s sentiment, had caused this crazy chaff.

 

In good time the itch would heal, leaving stories for years to come-

of Grandpa’s great proposal, causing rash to Grandma’s bum.