Campfire Plus Smores Equals Love

From Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie

Logs were added to the campfire,

To keep the fire going a little longer.

I was learning to make smores,

But it was our love that grew stronger.

I nearly declined the invitation.

It was the kind of thing I thought nerdy.

But I’m glad that he was persistent

In wanting to share some smores with me.

Now, as a couple of more than 50 years,

We know that by death we’ll soon be parted.

So, we savor the moments beside a campfire,

Remembering how our love story started.

Written for Tale Weaver #290 from Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie. The prompt is Campfire. Fandango prompt is Nerd.

6 thoughts on “Campfire Plus Smores Equals Love

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    1. Thank you. It’s a true story, except we’ve only been married for 16 years. It was outing for the Singles’ Ministry at Douglas’s church, and he invited me. I felt funny, as the only black woman there, and several of the white women seemed to look at me as if I was wrong to take one of the few white males available. He had to teach me to make smores, as we didn’t have bonfires and campfires in my black neighborhood growing up. He was so patient that even as I wondered if I wanted to be in an interracial relationship, I knew he understood how to love a woman, I put my doubts aside, and I am thankful to God every day for loving us both enough to put His two lonely children together for a lifetime of love.

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