Love MKE

When did I start to love Milwaukee?
When did it become my home?
Suddenly and gradually.

Perhaps it was when I met my husband
On the corner of Farwell and Brady.
Suddenly and gradually.

Maybe it was during a Brewers' game.
Or while enjoying views of the Lake.
Suddenly and gradually.

It could have been during Chill on the Hill.
Or during my first meal at Odd Duck.
Suddenly and gradually.

Maybe when I could write it in my address.
Or when my kids started school.
Suddenly and gradually.

As with most loves, it  seems to have happened - inexplicably - suddenly and gradually.

I love you, Milwaukee. Thanks for being home to me and my family.