Amy Barlow Liberatore… stories of lost years, wild times, mental variety, faith, and lots of jazz

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Amy and Lex

Moustache Man

Your moustache tickles me
You tickled me from the start
The enchanting, spirited glow that
dissipated sad old shadows

You were a daddy when
one was really needed…
more than a stepdad, a friend
who liked the Simpsons, too

When I think on the day I first
noticed you, I recall your smile
The kind that made others grin
when you walked in the room

Now, as the moustache is iced
with hints of vanilla grey, you
are more delicious than ever
We sing in harmony, always

© 2013 Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil

I finally got around to writing a rhapsody for Kerry at Imaginary Garden With Real Toads. And what other subject but my Lex?  Also at my poetic hangout, Poets United. This pic came from the day we renewed our wedding vows, just before our 15th anniversary.  He and I were both on our second marriages (thank God we’re United Church of Christ; a lot of denominations frown upon divorce, even those that lead to this type of better outcome), and he’s my “last husband.”  Period.

Peace, Amy