I Love Your Perfect Crow’s Feet

I love your perfect crow’s feet,
With crown-and-implant smile –
Your smooth-soled orthopedic tread;
Your pref’rence for ar-gyle.
I need my medications
When you commandeer your ‘chair,
When you wink behind trifocals,
When you comb remaining hair.
There’s something sweet and tender
About shouting, “What’d you say?”
Or asking for my keys, because
You put them “somewhere safe.”
I love a man who’s up all night;
Who naps by afternoon.
I’m crazy ’bout “that government”
And soft and mild food.
But, most of all, my dearest,
I really love the way
I never see the wrinkles ’cause
You haven’t aged a day.


©2020 Chelsea Owens

32 thoughts on “I Love Your Perfect Crow’s Feet

  1. petespringerauthor February 21, 2020 / 3:05 pm

    Great job, Chelsea! It registered two smiles, a snicker, and a guffaw.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Doug Jacquier February 21, 2020 / 6:12 pm

    Not only are your reading my mail, now you’re looking in my windows. 🙂 Loved this.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. LA February 22, 2020 / 5:22 am

    Well….I don’t know if I’d go that far…

    Liked by 1 person

  4. H.R.R. Gorman February 22, 2020 / 1:25 pm

    Not only do the characters have diabetes, but it was so sweet the readers now have it too.

    Liked by 1 person

  5. masercot February 24, 2020 / 6:52 am

    I have crow’s feet but the special shoes help me deal with it…

    Liked by 1 person

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