I See
• 05/16/22 at 10:12PM •I see your face
and then a smile,
giving me a feeling
of your unique style.
A smile, gracious, I am
just a little smitten
by the lovely Bulgarian.
I see your face
and then a smile,
giving me a feeling
of your unique style.
A smile, gracious, I am
just a little smitten
by the lovely Bulgarian.
The life we share,
we are not alone,
for we are partners,
in this great unknown.
The great part of life
which touched us before,
is one of a caring love.
A love, which I now
profess to you.
No matter what this
will bring, I'll fight for
you forever. At least,
I will try to level the score.
The worries in my mind
of things yet to come,
bother me today, every time
are now ad infinitum.
The rabbit runs or does it bounce,
as it comes across the street,
searching, ever searching,
looking for my plant's to eat.
Please eat the grass, there is plenty
and leave my plants alone,
especially the Tulips, over there.
You are a pretty creature, I can see,
are you a rabbit or a European Hare?
I know not what you are,
but I do know and now will care,
you have a companion now.
I worry about my flowers, in despair.
You may recall me writing about the
ugliness of Dementia my wife has had for the last six years.
I will move into a Memory Care Facility
with my wife, on May 18th. I will be in
Independent Living but will reside with my
wife of 60 plus years.
My writing content may vary as I become involved, on a daily basis. Please bear with
me as I try to produce more humorous, entertaining pieces.
The Sun came out,
there was no rain.
At last some warmth,
to mar the pain,
of dragging the hose
and watering again.
.
The Devil has trodden on my soul.
Imparting thoughts, unworthy
of a place in God's world.
Why does this happen
when my intentions are to be
the best person, I possibly can,
while spending time with thee.
Thought are not immoral
only selfish desires by me
to be alone and unencombered
by my duty, caring for thee.
Words
all jumbled
in my mind.
Words
are hard
and most unkind.
Words
when they
arrive once more.
Words
of adieu
making you soar.
Dark were the Willows
at the end of the street,
by the intersection where
two roads joined to meet.
Street lights are gone
and no longer work,
so you can't see the potholes,
and your car will bounce and jerk.
Lazy was I,
intolerant of self.
Longing to leave,
running far away,
but I cannot do
this to her
or myself.
Muster the courage,
sometimes missing
in your soul
and make a new
try at a new goal.
My greatest fear.
My greatest sorrow.
Worrying about if you
will be here tomorrow.
How is life today?
Can love overcome it all?
When those hurtful feelings
have come to call?
Can we still love today,
after broken promises
are back to stay?
Please tell me,
I need to know,
if love will fail
or continue to grow.