Found this old thread and thought I might revive it to see if we still have any poets amongst us. Here's one I wrote a while back.

Her Type for 25 Years
How would she have managed without me,
For all of our twenty five years.
A quarter of one whole century,
That we’d part I just never had fears.

On each other we were so dependant,
I was such a provider you see.
I could do nothing without her,
And she nothing too without me.

She loved my words, every letter,
That I uttered for her when I did.
I was devoted to her
always doing as my lady bid.

In a Stationers shop she first saw me,
I could see she was really impressed.
She gave me some fanciful glances,
Until her eyes came to rest.

I could tell how much she wanted me,
As we left that Stationers shop.
She held me close on the local bus,
Until we reached her home stop.

As we entered the house that evening,
I felt so needed and loved.
She said ‘’You are Gods’ greatest gift to me’’
Like I’d come from Heaven above.

We’ve been through so much together,
In the last twenty five lovely years.
I’ve seen her joy and the laughter,
And witnessed the sadness and tears.

She wanted to be a great writer,
To produce a respected ‘Best Seller’.
I didn’t quite think she would make it,
But couldn’t possibly tell her.

She still battles on with her writings,
She has the true grit of a fighter.
She, well known for eloquence,
And me…. as her old typewriter.

                                                Michael J Hill © 2016