My Wife

9/21/2017 was my wife and my 42nd anniversary.

 

You glide gently through the seasons

Disguised by your maturity

But you can’t hide away from me

You carefree laughing girl of youth

Your eyes dance through my soul

Your love caresses my heart

Your lips kiss away my burdens

Your smile unleashes my dreams

I have known you throughout the ages

Yet you surprise me each new day

 

The Day After Her Funeral

 

We emptied her room today

Faded photos of a mother

Holding children whose faces

That we can barely recall

 

We emptied her closet today

Clothes from summers and winters

Too long ago to remember

Now just charity donations

 

We emptied her life today

Forgotten pieces and fragments

Tucked neatly into drawers

Given to her by…who knows

 

We cried for her today

Heads on shoulders

Arms holding each other

In fear we will not remember

 

We promised to save her love today

Tucked it deep into our hearts

Where the tears could not find it

To wash it away

 

We said goodbye to her today.

 

Wasted Things

A pile of raked leaves with no child to jump into them

A pet with no one to love

An elderly couple with no one to give to

A house that is not a home

An apple tree with no one to eat its fruit

A secluded path through an autumn forest with no lovers to walk it

A president without a brain

A Visit to My Drive-In

I knew you well so many years ago

You were full of passion

A cathedral where multitudes

Of lusting souls gathered

I watched intently at the images

You allowed me to see

Oh, such a majestic creature

Towering high into the darkened sky

You gathered the light from a million stars

To power my imagination

A haven for teenage love

Your warm summer breezes caressed my heart

You showed me laughter, joy, love and sadness

I was your legacy, and I worshipped you

But time faded my memories

Progress devoured your simplicity

I lost youthful desires, hopes, and dreams

Replaced them with responsibilities, anxiety and conformity

I left you to die a lonely death

Discarded like an animal’s carcass on the side of the road

Rotting in the rain and sun

Slabs of your silver skin have long decayed

Fallen to the ground to reveal the bones beneath

Tree limbs from the encroaching woods

Stick their boney fingers through the gouges

Like demons trying to pull free

From their eternal darkness

Nature is reclaiming you…

And there is no one left to care

Bad Kids

My friend wasn’t a bad kid

Bad kids stole money from their mom’s purse

Bad kids did hard drugs

Bad kids had unprotected sex

Bad kids always got into fights

Boys will be boys, my friend said

His son only smoked a little grass

He only painted a little graffiti

He only drank a little beer

On his way home from a party

He only crossed the white line a little bit

But his girlfriend is more than a little dead

Because he wasn’t a bad kid