Woman Wife Poems

He said I was pretty
and I blushed.
He started celebrating
When I agreed.

We were blessed in church
For my new role at home.
He showed me his world
And I...

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There is a dogwood tree planted in our front lawn.
It reveals its beauty with each glorious dawn.
It was pretty when young, but lovelier with age.
Majestic...

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  Pair a practical woman with a dreamer
    It may just work if she can
  The reverse ~ 
 ...

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ah woman wants a man
someone she can
admire
someone she adores
and  can carry her thru
someone
who can encourage and inspire
someone to love her
 through and through
calm her...

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To the core, a woman is all inclusive;
Her presence is so conducive.
Minus her, our lives become reclusive;								
Sans her, success is elusive.									
She has the patience of...

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It’s not always the big things that 
The sweet love of my life
Says has done or does that makes me  love her
And remain devoted...

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Crystal teardrops, and an angel's pearly smile, a heart of solid gold, a trail of a thousand mile. A life of loving themes, romantic rosy...

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It started with a blank canvas,
the world I should make but I am anxious.
Making fields of pretty flowers,
to the deep blue seas takes many hours.
Mountains...

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What Else? (A song-lyric for my late wife, Lorenda)

You found all my hiding places,
charted all my shifting phases
peeling layers like an onion:
soaring visionary woman.

Flying all...

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A metaphor for a beautiful flower in a lovely vase,
Is your beautiful smile on your lovely face. 
When the stresses of life make it hard...

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No. She's not an angel;
Of this I am certain.
For she is very much a mortal
and seeks no other identity.

She's only human
She's just a woman
I love...

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In 1965, I was enlisted, 
To serve in the battle at Vietnam
For ten senseless years, I fought 
Until the fall of Saigon
 
A medic, my...

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On sleep-starved heavy eyes, tired, torn,
Straight like bullet begins her morn.

Kids woken up with a warm kiss,
She hurries that  naught is amiss,

Last bestirs hubby’s...

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Surgery today for Sara
     The surgeon will do his best
          She’s out...

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iv.
By Thanksgiving, their machinations no longer discreet,
Voices from the walls and vents, betrayed their deceit.
My family revealed as demons in flesh-and-blood guise,
Christmas Day was the...

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