We waited for our handsome prince,
our noble knight on his white horse.
Illustrated by Mr. Disney,
it had to be true, of course.
Instead, guys cruised in their Trans Am
or GTO down our home’s street,
met our parents, opened car doors…
they swept us off our feet.
We dated thin and gawky guys
short and chubby, too.
No horse or armor was in sight.
The tales were tall, not true.
Although we may have kissed some frogs
along our dating odyssey.
Patience and persistence reigned
and some of us got lucky.
“Honey, I’m home,” I hear him shout.
My heart warms at his voice.
He makes me laugh, he loves our kids.
I made a very wise choice.
Is he a prince atop a throne?
Is he an armor-cladded knight?
Not even close, and yet he is
my own beloved Mr. Right.
I believe that our childhood fairy tales and Disney movies like "Cinderella" set us up to buy into the unrealistic fantasy of falling in love with a perfect prince. Although we were eventually able to separate fantasy from reality, some of us were lucky enough to find our "Mr. Right". In honor of Valentines Day, I offer the following:
My first illustrated collection of poems is available for purchase.