by Eric Y. Theriault

remind me of my love,
who wakes beside me
with a smile each day.
in her polkadotted PJs.

who runs to the door
to greet me "Hello"
in her polkadotted shirt.

When we go for summer walks
we have so much fun
as she runs in polkadotted shorts.

When we travel,
everything is sure to arrive
in her polkadotted suitcase.

Ah, the world would be
a truly different place,
if we had no polkadots
as would my world
without my love,
whom I love so very much.