Ernestine
Miracle Man
10/23/2024
Dementia isn’t something
my loved one has chosen,
So I readily admit
that in patience I’m lacking.
It seems in a time zone
a memory has been frozen,
Repeating things daily
is quite nerve racking.
Things are lost daily,
and sometimes never found.
We no longer can agree
on a myriad of matters.
The smallest of things
are the easiest to confound,
I attempt to write
as my loved one chatters.
She hasn’t many thoughts
that she doesn’t verbalize.
But if starting life over
she’d still be my prize.
My Wife Ernestine
12/21/1944
Miracle Man
12/1/2023
Today is “Ern’s” day
December the twenty First
Happy Birthday Ern
To My Darling Wife, Ernestine
On Our 34th Anniversary
By: Tom Wright
7/29/99
If I merely said I Love You
or that you happen to be my best friend.
Would this, My Darling, be enough
as we continue toward life's end.
Would I need seek forgiveness
for my shortcomings and my wrong,
if I told you of a special place
where none but you can belong?
God, placed in you a gentle heart
then set your path my way.
I quickly found that just your smile
seemed to brighten up my day.
So if I were to be given a second chance
at starting married life anew.
I'd waste no time looking to and fro
my first choice would still be you.
Happy 34th Anniversary
8-27-65
Valentines Day, 2003
Ernestine
By
Tom Wright
2/03
You brought to my life,
your wonderful smile,
Working side by side,
we've shared each mile.
You've always been faithful,
loving and giving.
The first of all prizes,
making life worth the living.
You've taken it well,
whenever I've chosen to tease.
Never getting uptight,
but taking things with ease.
Cupids love arrow,
long from his quiver has flown.
Life would be terrible,
if having to live it alone.
Ernestine and her friends sweet sixteen
Jean Irene Josephine and Pauline
Dolled up in glamorous aubergine velveteen
Dreamt of being harvest queens on Halloween
Living it up Eugene drove their limousine
Directly to the drive-in theater widescreen
And there He was larger than life The Wolverine
With his deep hypnotic eyes of aquamarine
Twists and turns unforeseen in out and in between
For something not much bigger than a magic bean
Escaped the guillotine somewhere in the Philippine
Plenty of action all for a figurine of Byzantine
Hearts pitter patter larger than life The Wolverine
With the dreamiest hypnotic eyes of aquamarine
Back home Ernestine tossed her poster of Steve McQueen
The pristine one torn last week from a hip teen magazine
There was a new heartthrob on the scene
Sweeter than a bowl of ice scream topped with praline
Sitting to write her love letter to The Wolverine
Seal it with a kiss colour and scent of tangerine
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Submitted on March 25, 2018 for contest LOVE LETTER II sponsored by VIV WIGLEY - RANKED 5TH
I'm always aware of her presence,
Tiptoeing softly,
Through my life each day;
Desiring to go unnoticed,
And not wishing to be unsettling
To serious thoughts
That might be at play.
Some days she loiters
As if to let me know,
"Don't you dare ignore me,
I'm here".
From within this vast space
She controls,
Come whisperings of things
Crowded out by recentness.
Some days she is my confidant,
Others my partner and lover;
But today she is the irritant,
From which my tears are rooted.
An inner beauty that never fades,
is what to others you display.
Never diverse in degrees or grades,
But unchanging throughout each day.
Your inner thoughts a smile betrays,
And heart oft dangles from your sleeve.
You radiate rooms with luminous rays,
While in quietness, in others, you believe.
You weep & pray for others from concern
Bestowing upon many without thought of self.
Not cherishing life's goods, that burn,
A godsend in ways that are often stealth.
No pretenses have you made of being more,
Than your Creator intended you to be.
Love of my life, whom I'll always adore,
I thank God that you were saved for me.
Of all God's many blessings,
The greatest would be my wife.
She looked beyond my many faults,
When agreeing to share my life.
She's always been there at my side,
Throughout our married life.
God knew what He was doing,
When choosing her for my wife.
I've never liked to go or do,
A rut's my comfort zone.
She's sacrificed so much for me,
In her, there's not one mean bone.
I've tried to do my best for her,
She's never asked for much.
In her the things I most admire,
Her smile, quiet way, her touch.
So when I thank the Lord each night,
For all that I've had in life.
The gift found at the very top,
Is a loving Christian wife.
I the fisherman,
you the Queen,
we ate the candy in between,
the lobby and the mezzanine,
you took the time to read a book
and taught the servant s
how to cook
though royalty n'er took a look.
We squandered every single note
of every song I ever wrote,
and made a little fishing boat,
to go out far upon the sea,
with no one left to sail with me,
except three roaches and a flea,
They ate the sandwiches I made,
and drank my tea and lemonade,
and after that,the harp they played,
reminded me of afternoons
playing cowboys in the dunes,
the shell pits where the shy baboons,
swung way out from the guava trees,
on silver backs with bumble bees,
(you fell and scratched up both your knees)
Then you played artist on my face,
drawing clowns who had a race,
on broomstick horses
everyplace.
Out in the piney woods back home
we didn't need a telephone,
we never spent a night alone
imaginary friends came by
to play with Jax or learn to fly,
out in the oak so very high,
where we kept all our wings.
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