Lon Henson Poet I do not know?

A Typical Day

I look out the window, but no mountains I see
She's where they are, and I long to be
She steps out the door, where the sun always shines
2000 miles between us, of highway white lines

Time zones separate us, dark here, there light
I watch the clock both day and night
Imagining what she's doing each minute of the day
Is she busy working, or with the boys at play

I miss sharing the moments, with her they'd last
From morning to evening we were the cast
The two of us only, with the boys, it was bliss
Away from it now, there is so much that I miss

Each night, her at the stove, or me at the grill
We'd finish our dinner, then a cheap thrill 
Was playing a card game, which most times I won
She's a good sport, which made it great fun

A hot-dog at Costco, the best deal in town
Then over to Starbucks, her Chi she drank down
Back home to her office, where she worked so hard
Me in the lounge chair, or at work in the yard

Most days not exciting by others measurement
But we were together, so we were content
Sometimes I was too idle, my head would ache
For something to do, but then she took a break

I want her to know how happy I’d be
If she would say, Daddy, come home to me
My heart would be lighter, the joy extreme
But as it is now, that's only a dream

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