Marriage Of My Dreams

Poem By Eziudo Michael Nwachukwu

I dream of a marriage where my wife is me, is my friend and my partner, more like she is my skin

I dream of a marriage where the meeting that my wife is present is no longer in need of my presence because they'll get the same effect

I dream of a marriage where my wife and I would joyfully drag the kitchen in agreement to who makes the meal of the hour and who does the kitchen chores at least before the Children are grown and after they have matured out of the home

I dream of a marriage where my wife and I take turns doing the morning preparation of meals and getting the children ready for school and of course, going to pick them after school

I dream of a marriage where my wife and I serve each other meals depending on who returned home first from the day's business

I dream of a marriage where my wife and I operate the same financial account and run the same business and pay bills from no particular one person's account because we own it all together

I dream of a marriage where my wife and I make decisions together and agree on what should and should not be

I dream of a marriage where the answers given by my wife would still be the same answers I'd give if we were both differently asked the same questions because we have the same mind and agree on same things

I dream of a marriage where my wife and I feel what each other is feeling even when we may be far apart from each other

I dream and dream to wake to it

Comments about Marriage Of My Dreams

a great imaginary dream of marrying....... your wife and your intimacy, your partnership and love... great poem.. thank u. tony


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