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Don Wendorf Poem
A QUARTER OF AN INCH AT A TIME
(A Song for Susan)
by Don Wendorf, Psy.D.; LMFT
She moved near me in college, to the house across from mine.
I knew at once this special girl was something rare and fine.
We slowly started strolling down a path of love sublime:
A quarter of an inch at a time
A quarter of an inch at a time
Through kids, careers, through fights and fears, we formed a wedded pair,
That knew each other deeply as we learned to give and share,
Ever stronger, growing closer, like two trees entwine:
A quarter of an inch at a time
A quarter of an inch at a time
Then came a bandit in the night, to rob me of my bride,
To slowly steal away her brain and personhood inside,
To make her serve a lengthy sentence, punishing no crime:
A quarter of an inch at a time
A quarter of an inch at a time
I watch a shade be slowly drawn to darken out her will.
I see her memory erode, from mountain down to hill.
I hear my singer drift off key, my poet stray off rhyme:
A quarter of an inch at a time
A quarter of an inch at a time
This dearest soul I’ve ever met, so caring, sweet and kind,
So lovely on the outside with as lovely heart and mind,
Now works to hold the fabric of her self as it unwinds:
A quarter of an inch at a time
A quarter of an inch at a time
As man and wife we’ve walked through life, down all its winding roads,
Up craggy peak, ‘cross desert bleak, we’ve borne each other’s loads.
There’s just this final mountain now, together we will climb:
A quarter of an inch at a time
A quarter of an inch at a time
Copyright © Don Wendorf | Year Posted 2011
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Don Wendorf Poem
LOVE LYRICS
by Don Wendorf, Psy.D.; LMFT
Oh, your love would place me welded to your waist, in some syrupy symbiosis.
You say your blood runs high, ‘cause I’m your “Sweetie-pie” in your sugary psychosis.
Oh, you offer to, box a kangaroo,
Give the stars and moon, croon a lover’s tune,
Walk into a fire, to prove your heart’s desire,
Give me all your money, if I’ll be your “Honey,”
Yeah, you say you’ll climb the highest mountain, swim the deepest ocean.
But, Baby, that ain’t love to me, that’s just emotion.
Well, you said to trust, that it was love, not lust, at the beach down by the sea.
You tried to turn my head, get me in your bed, you beseeched me tenderly.
Yeah, you found me cute, in my bathing suit,
Looking buff and tanned, cooking on the sand,
But your love looked fishy, kinda’ washy-wishy,
I began to doubt, as the tide creeped out.
If I was just desired ‘cause your hormones fired, smearing on my suntan lotion,
Then, Baby, that ain’t love to me, that’s just emotion.
Now when you’re sad or mad ‘cause I’ve acted bad, been mean or idiotic,
Will your love stay true, stick through and through, or just be episodic?
Will you show respect or try to wring my neck,
Still be kind and caring, giving, sharing,
Will you talk things out, or just cuss and shout,
Will you hear my side, or wallow in your pride?
When you’re hurt or scared and your temper’s flared, will you drop your old devotion?
‘Cause Baby, that ain’t love to me, that’s just emotion.
Will your love grow cold, as we both grow old, no longer strong and mighty?
Will you feel all icky, if I’m weak or sicky, if I’m gray and cellulitey?
Will you still turn on, though our youth has gone,
Love my wrinkly fat, or turn tail and scat,
Let your love light pale, ‘cause my body’s frail,
Or take care of me, treat me tenderly?
“Grow old with me, the best is yet to be,” as we still drink love’s sweet potion,
‘Cause Baby, that’s real love to me, not just emotion,
Yeah, Baby, that’s real love to me, not just emotion.
Copyright © Don Wendorf | Year Posted 2011
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