Slice of Life Poem


Little Pieces of My Wife

False fingernails
Can mementos make
In this silly little look
At life I take

Fake stick-em-ons
You know the kind
The “sometimes in your soup”
You find

My wife takes such pains
To make them stay in place
The little scars of life
That they so oft erase

But never do they seem
To want to just stay put
They always seem to show up
So crunchy underfoot.

Each nail I find
And laugh aloud
These little outlets in our life
I always hold dear, yet proud
As little pieces of my wife.

-Dean Dancey





Poetry by Dean Dancey
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Written on 2005-09-27 at 15:04

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chasingtheday The PoetBay support member heart!
aye, i think we are slowly turning into robots, with stick on bits for the outside, false legs mechanical, pace makers and the like, maybe in a few decades we will be half human half machine.

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2005-09-27