Just A Little Kiss

Just a little kiss.
That's all it was.
Nothing to brag about
to the boys.
But my bragging was
60 years ago.
Oh, my.

Just a little kiss.
She sat in the red
stuffed chair
and she smiled
before and after.
That's good.
Oh, boy.

Just a little kiss.
It meant something
special to both of us.
Little kisses
communicate, too,
you know.
Oh, yeah.

Just a little kiss.
I bent low.
We touched.
I straightened up
and my back
popped.
Ouch.
Oh, no.

Just a little kiss.
But perhaps next
time she will
stand up.
Avoid the
chiropractor.
Oh, dear.

Just a little kiss.
That's all it was.
No.  It was more.
A sacred morning
moment.
Sacrament.
Oh, yes.