I see you in the morning,
you are my surprise.
When you greet me
I can see your eyes.

Thank you for caring,
thank you for what's done.
For what it's worth,
you are my favorite one,

Waxing poetic,
with word verbosity,
is a way of writing,
unfamiliar to me.

For want of love,
he shaved his head.
When he was embarrassed,
his head would turn red.

The wind was cold,
as was his head.
To stay warm, he
wore a hat instead.

When the line breaks,
I may not stay,
or choose, another place
and move away.

I feel a need to flee,
or perhaps, fly away,
to begin a life alone.
It will be the saddest day.

How do you walk away?
I don't know when,
it will finally come,
The Long Goodbye.

Please don't tell me,
it was God's way,
my faith is gone,
I will not pray.

I reflect on love,
what does it mean?
Can we love others,
more than one?

Is that being fickle?
I don't know,
but loving all,
my feelings will show.

Is it wrong to say,
I love you.
Is it wrong to care,
for another, who,

brings forth,
much joy to you?
What harm are words,
saying you love me too.

I hear the words,
filling the air,
asking for her mother,
in a voice of despair.

She loves our oldest son,
while say he's me.
She doesn't know,
it's I she can see.

Dementia is so cruel,
there is no comfort to see,
knowing of others,
who are the same as me.

May the wrath of God,
start falling on me,
not on my wife.
Is this my blasphemy?

I don't care if it is,
I've wasted time and breath.
I will await my visit,
with the Old Dr. Death.

Revenge can be sweet,
a dish best served cold.
It takes your courage,
being quite bold.

No matter
where is grows.
No matter the scene,
a Rose is a Rose.

Growing in the garden,
or in morning light,
it retains its beauty,
all day and all night.

The Dream Catcher, awaits,
he's searching for thee.
He wants your past dreams
and dreams yet to be.

You may run, quickly,
trying hard to get away,
but your trapped in the past.
There is no more to say.

Admonish me not,
for feeling this way,
if you don't love me,
I'll just go away.

Write of your feeling,
racing through your head.
Choose your words wisely,
for someday they'll be read.

Don't be shy,
of what was said.
Write down the words,
your mind selects, instead.

The Sun came out,
chasing the clouds away.
This is the life,
on a sunny Spring Day.

When the Sun in your eyes,
is from a reflective glare,
sparks the smile within you,
and golden threads in your hair.

I await breakfast,
after sleeping tight.
Hearing your greeting,
makes my life right.

Little things,
brighten the day.
Good morning too,
is what I say.

I haven't written,
for you in a while.
When I do write,
I hope you will smile.

Just a little smile,
when my words say.
In the meantime,
please have a great day.