Love Notes Poem by Edward Iacona

It will be my lunchtime soon
And home from work I will depart.
Because I know I'll have
A special meal that is 'ALLA CART'

I need to drive home for lunch
And for this I will confess
First, I must walk my dog
Or else later clean up his mess.

I will quickly make a sandwich
In sixty six seconds or less
Then rush off to my bedroom
To relieve some morning stress.

I'll turn on my computer
And go right to my E-Mail
To read the latest lunch note
From Alla my loving female.

I will happily read every word
And savor her every line
That she wrote with such care
While I sit there and dine.

She shares her life and thoughts with me
I'll enjoy whatever she might write
It's the closest thing we have right now
To an afternoon delight.