Each morning when she wakes up, She knows that there will be A rose on her kitchen counter, That you have picked for her. She knows many wives get roses,

There is no hurt in despair and de… With deepest overtures and bone-ac… Like the tenderest touch of consci… That defamation of soul can find n… No peace from pain-filled humiliat…

Your eyes close And Thoughts fill your head Of A pure and simple innocence

It’s a thing like “Tailhook” It’s a thing called rape It’s a thing called abuse It’s a thing called hate But, it’s the strength of a woman

The great people fall The creek beds go dry. The great buffalo are slaughtered. The trees no longer stand so many… All these things die,

In a correlated space awaiting mic… A clouded T.V. screen of desensit… Beckon terrestrial Gods, Fantasy pictures, contritely morbi… Texturized lies; Barely autonomou…

He can’t believe they’re into anot… And Valentine’s Day is oh so near… He needs new sweet nothings to whi… But after years of marriage, mixed… What more can he say, what gift ca…

A father’s love is special, it is… It isn’t earned and can’t be bough… Through childhood scrapes and tear… Through teenage years boys and dat… Had she listened to your wisdom in…

She watches a purple mountain, Silhouetted against a sky of blue, A sunset slipping behind her peaks… To signify another day is thru. The song of a lonely Bobwhite,

The wind is the tree’s very breath… Grand branches undulate Back and forth across a cloudless… Leaves flutter and shine like diam… As the tree continues its dance.

ROAM HIM, to see what lives so… His fear! He thinks you call it p… ASK HIM, his name and he’ll tel… Him the transparent silent tears h… FORGIVE HIM, of all his sins…

Who cares? That is the question. Maybe it’s… So make a correction. Who cares? She wants to know. Maybe it’s her…

She is a consumer in a living hell… She is manic-depressed Bi-Polar y… She takes pills, pills, pills. Th… There’s still lots of stigma. Too… But there will come a day when she…

She saved her visits for late in t… After the fields had been mowed, The chores completed and supper ea… The last clean dish put away. They would sit on the porch

Did you know that you were special… That Love chose you to be, The Grandparents of an angel, That soon again they’ll see. You loved her very much,