If I could count out all the things
you aren’t, what a list it would be!
You’re not a charmer, a dancer,
but you’re very special to me.
You’ll never walk on water, or work
miracles for a crowd.
And thank God you do not sing
outside the shower
(at least not very loud).
You’ll never run a marathon,
or swim ‘cross Ontario lake
in fact you’re not much for exercise,
and I know your tan is fake.
You’re really not good in the kitchen,
and not a God in bed.
To be honest you have a lot of faults
far more than what I’ve said.
But when I’ve counted all the things
that indeed you weren’t made to be.
Let’s not forget what you really are
and that is special to me.
And we’re up and running! NaPoWriMo 2015, Day One and so far I’m keeping up. Today’s optional prompt was to write a poem of negation. I know it came out a bit ‘sing-song’ and ‘children’s rhyme’-y, but this is what came to mind, so I’ll just run with it. Let’s just call it unconditional love!