Father of my Child


Oh! Viking man of my heart,

how do I love you so hard

still, after all of these years?

Frustrations, separations,

adventures and complications

have all participated

in a marriage grown stronger

as our bodies grow weaker.

I feel like Shakespeare who penned,

“I would not wish anyone but you…”

or like Solomon who sang in his song,

“Your love is more delightful than wine.”

Still, and again after all these years,

I look into your deep blue eyes

and see you there, strong and sturdy,

 so I dive in and swim…

until you blink, and the world returns.

Then I feel the loss of you

even though you lie beside me still

and I wonder if I am crazy.

But I’ve been told, we all have

our own little shade of insanity.

Yet the truth remains

that through aging pain

my despair won’t reign

or become a blighted stain

upon my heart.

Your love still rings true,

as does my love for you.

Gone Again (a Poem)

This breathless emptiness in my chest,

makes it hard to breath.


I know he did not intend to leave,

nor did he want to.


His blasted integrity makes him

take another trip and…


the kid suffers as much as I do.

She becomes cranky.


Her grumpiness causes me to feel

even more lonely.


I am angry because I cry…

I should know by now,


it has nothing to do with me.

Always it’s just work.


Driving the distance or flying,

I want to go too.


He says someday I will be able to

have travel fun with him.


But until that righteous day comes,

keep our home fires burning.