By Katie Rendon Kahn
We’re just ships passing in the night,
switching shifts and swapping texts
that contain shopping lists
and after school commitments.
The hours we once spent
dancing and making love
are split between too little
sleep and too many hours
We spend more time maintaining
a household budget and delegating
chores than the vows we made
once upon a time.
We may not fall madly
into each other’s arms
like we did in our twenties
but when we both fall
exhausted into bed
I’m glad that you’re my partner.
You’re a pretty hot co-worker .
It’s been a long time since I’ve dressed
to impress and you stopped pulling
all the stops a long time ago.
But, when you are elbows deep in dirty dishes
or filthy from pulling weeds,
you are without a doubt the sexiest man I know.
When you take the kids to the park
on a Saturday afternoon
while I sleep in total silence,
I know you’re the one.
When you get the kids to bathed
and in bed before bedtime,
you are utterly irresistible.
Like any other woman,
I’d enjoy going out all night
sipping wine and savoring a filet mignon
but you know what’s even hotter?
Bills paid on time.
Katie Rendon Kahn lives on the Gulf Coast of Florida, where she chases adventure and poetry prompts with her children. Her poems have appeared in Blackwater Review, Broken Publications, Diverse Voices Quarterly, The Barefoot Review, Rising Phoenix Press, Poetry Breakfast, The Panhandle Focus, and various blogs. Kahn won the Blackwater Review’s Editor’s Prize in 2012 and 2014. She and her 11-year-old daughter have written a children's book series called, World Adventures, focusing on the acceptance of other cultures. Kahn also self-published her first poetry collection titled, “Phantom Limbs,” in 2014.