Journey into Grateful Page One

for men

Magic Man. You love me, naked and raw as I am. For some wildly weird reason, that silly ‘lunatic routine’ makes me giggle. You know stuff I don’t know, like how to make the well put water in places I want it to go.

Your dad, must have said, “Son, I’ll be watching from Heaven, see to it, you take care of her for me.” Buddy, your dad told me, he is off to have a beer with his buddies. He’s pleased with what he sees.

My son by choice, I swear, I’ll bake sweets and place them at your feet. I worship you. You keep me in the driver’s seat.

Thank you grandsons, you find wisdom in me I often don’t see.

Glasses up! Knights passing through.

One cold evening, wet with sleet, you stepped from your ride, holding your hands up, you reassuringly said, “I saw what happened. I’ll fix it.” In the mud, you dropped to your knees, slid under my car, with only a pocket knife you kept in your jeans, you cut a dirty wet tarp from my drive shaft. You wouldn’t take a cent for saving me like that. “She’ll drive now. Thank you is enough miss.” is all you said. I hope you felt my kiss.

Nine fine Knights, one by one, forced me to admit, “I don’t have a spare tire.” Not one of you laughed. Thank you for that.

The handsome man who dashed up, stole a quick kiss, then danced away as though in a dream

Oh la la, I love men who create, write, dance, sing and play. You touch me, in an intimate way.

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