Descriptive Journeys: Poetry from the Mind of William E. Quillton

Jealous of my Shirt

William Quillton

As geese chase the summer,
And tulips anticipate the spring,
Longing for your warm cover,
And awaiting your love to bring.

To be with you once again,
I recall this common trend.
Between us, love will always gain,
And my heart’s desire will not bend.

In your arms every night,
You embrace that piece of clothing,
Clutching it so very tight,
The smell of me comes flowing.

That shirt you hold in your hands—
If only I could be wearing!
A jealousy reaching distant lands,
Of which I possess for this clothing.

The way you care for my shirt,
It is a mirror of your affection.
It equals more than a flirt,
But rather my heart’s protection.

This jealousy I keep on showing;
Our affections keep on growing.
My love will not stop flowing,
For I am jealous of my clothing.

Through That Little Blue Door

William Quillton

The excitement, the anticipation!
A mindset of less is more,
A young couple’s second big decision
As they walk through that little blue door.

Keys in hand, with smiling faces,
All is right behind the little blue door.

Uneasy and slightly unsure,
With two pink lines, their hearts sore,
A baby’s room awaits
Behind that little blue door.

The growing never seems to stop;
Family brings warmth from ceiling to floor.
Little ones give him the name “Pops,”
And hearts are full behind that little blue door.

Eighteen years go faster than you think.
Ready for the world but feeling torn,
Across the threshold without a blink—
Now only two behind the little blue door.

With a deep sigh, it is time, they think,
To let someone else walk through this door.
With realization, hearts begin to sink:
Someone else will live behind that little blue door.

Two so very young, with keys in hand,
All is right again behind that little blue door.