My days and weeks are all discombobulated. (Wow, I actually spelled that right on the first try!) I’ve missed far too many Romantic Mondays, so it’s time to rejoin the loop! But in my defense, it’s because I’ve been totally and hopelessly in love with our new home.
But this poem isn’t about our new home.
A quick thought here.
Learning To Swim
I fell into you
I’m not sure when
Maybe when you touched my hair
Or maybe it was when you
Pulled the sheets over my shoulder
I never knew how to swim
But I was just fine with learning
When I had to