Retired
I’m feeling the ocean breeze run through my curly hair,
I grab hold of my husband’s hand and smell the salty air.
Where do we live?
We live everywhere.
I sail island to island with the one I love most,
We’re retired now, only with a beautiful boat to call home.
Every day we fish for dinner,
Every day our life gets better.
At night we settle in our little cubby,
He leans over to kiss me and says “Good night, honey.”
2011
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