Today’s prompt: charisma, guacamole, rose
Guacamole Rose had charisma, ask anyone…
She could roll her hips as fine as tortillas
Her black hair was waterfall at midnight
Full lips, painted kissable hue, beamed
Smiles for all who came through door
Hungering for plate of enchiladas…
“More chips? I’ll bring you, pronto!”
Construction workers were daily
Customers, best tippers by far, and
Smitten, young or old…she was fantasy.
The boss kept count: two or three
Marriage proposals each week.
But Rose held heart open for one
True love only… by day she
Might flirt innocently, but each
Night she prayed the rosary…for
Fiancé…they were pledged to marry
And he’d be back one day.
Nothing but war, death would deter him…
That’s what he’d promised and she believed.
His letters had slowed, then stopped recently
…Surely he’d return someday…
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