Beautiful old broads read some poetry

Hello Dear Ones,

A flurry of comments about last Friday's post.  Like Janus many of us swiveled our heads back on our first apartment or home.  We share so many memories.  Sewing for one.  We were quite creative.  And another common (thread)...Gold...we all used harvest gold.  My friend Peg emailed that her husband's study is still a shade of gold.  Looking around at my writing nook--it's not gold but a buttery warm yellow--close enough.

In future posts I'll continue sharing clever quotes with you.  I've a clutch of quotes on file.
This week I thought I'd share a poem with you. 

                                                           Party People
                                                                         by Patti Ross

     On the way to the party last night we had a fight.
     He drove too fast.  I think that was the start of it
     And it grew like a grass fire in the wind
     I wouldn't let go of my anger so
     I pointed out he had sauce on his chin

     Then he accused me of nagging and punched down the pedal
     Making me clutch my seat and retreat in a sulk until
     We arrived and parked far down the crowded street

     Walking side by side through the dark
     I whispered I'm sorry.  Me too, he said
     And bent to kiss the top of my head.
     I lifted my hand and wiped the sauce from his chin

     And then we went in to the party last night.


Have a lovely week.