No Hotels, You Took Me To Your Home
It was a blizzard I would never forget
No Hotels, You Took Me To Your Home
The snow was thick,
the road was gone,
my car gave up
and I was done
No hotels,
no signal,
no way to call for help
You pulled up slow,
said, I live close,
it’s safe,
if you trust me
I didn’t,
but I had no choice
Your place was small,
warm from the oven,
you made toast and eggs,
said nothing daft,
just handed me tea
and watched the window
Then gave me your bed,
no moves,
just quiet
Next day you got my car going,
tightened something,
slammed the bonnet
and smiled
All fixed, you said
I didn’t want to leave
and you saw that
Then you said,
Can we meet again,
maybe go for a drink sometime?
That was us
Now we’re married
and I still think
about the girl I was,
frozen, lost,
and how you never once
tried to impress me
You just showed up
and stayed
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (4)
Awww - I guess sometimes that does really happen
good creator
That was lovely.
That's the best kind of partner, one who shows up and stays :-)