Watermelon Sweet Watermelon

My wife swallowed a watermelon seed.

The fertile soil of her womb housed it indeed.

I watered it with words of excitement and love.

The sunlight of the pure joy shined from soft smiles above.

Her belly expanded as it grew.

Months meandered by and we knew,

The time was near.

Pop! Out came our watermelon baby!

Splashes of watermelon, maybe...

Seeds everywhere.

Now watermelon paints each corner of my home:

Watermelon curtains open up to nature, meeting the floor with hemmed happiness.

My dwelling is no place for sadness.

Watermelon kitchen towels, folded with care by the same hands that fold me in arms of love.

Her arms flutter around me as a messenger dove.

Whispering, "I love you" in my ear - it travels to my core.

Golden words from the woman I adore.

Oversized watermelon cups that spell SUMMER, though we use them year-round for sips of togetherness.

Watermelon seat cushions for added warmth, giving a full feeling that's measureless.

Great experiences of chowing down bright red watery watermelon (more than our bellies could hold).

Terrible experiences of buying watermelon gone bad (now that never gets old).

Sometimes weeks-old watermelon weighing down the fridge for far too long!

Hearing my wife and daughter sing that Harry Styles' watermelon song -hum.

Savoring delectable watermelon-feta-almond platters -yum.

Watermelon pictures frame the forever memories of us in watermelon outfits, our smiles as wide as watermelon slices - fun.

Gulping down fresh homemade watermelon juice.

Truth is, I love entertaining my wife's watermelon muse.

Call it her weirdly wonderful watermelon obsession.

Why wage war with a woman in watermelon yoga pants?

Call it my oddly open over-the-top confession.

That at a glance, glee is what my watermelon home grants.

That the shades of red remind me of the love that makes home, home - one I never experienced as a child.

That those verdant greens give me goosebumps when I think of who put them there - for her I'm wild!

Oh and those countless dots of black seeds surely do sink in the story of two turned three!

Me plus wife plus baby.

One big watermelon family!

This is my cozy abode,

No quiver.

One that lightens my load,

Joy-giver.

In it, peace is my mode,

Never alone.

Much better than the rough road,

Home.

Humor fills the air.

Opulence is joy defined.

Moments lived, memories dear.

Each day comes up refined.

Watermelon Sweet Watermelon!