My Lovers Prayer

To hold me,
Touch me,
Kiss Me,
Hear my voice one more time.

To see me smile,
To hear me laugh,
To feel my gentle touch,
To make love.

To never let go.
To make me understand,
To give me love never dying.
To say “I Love You.”

My Lover’s Prayer,
My Lover, My Live, My Wife.
My Lover’s Prayer.
My Lovers, A Life that would never end.

My Lover’s Prayer,
To go back and start this all over.
My Lover,

Did it really end?
Gone now.
Hearts broken,
A cold stone,
A Name of Long Ago,

My Lover’s Prayer,
My Prayer.





Saving Grace In Butler Missouri

I watched the rain come down.
I found a penny in the parking lot.
I felt the sun part the clouds.

I walked up town for bread.
I stopped and played a game of snooker.
I even had time for a haircut.

I watched the sun go down.
I laid on the ground and looked at the stars.
I felt that cool summer night air.

I smell fried chicken cooking.
I can hear my mother voice calling.
I see my Dad round the corner in his pickup truck.

I bowed my head while Dad said grace.
I ate a chicken leg and mashed potato’s.
I drank cold brewed ice tea.

I watched Disney that night.
I saw old Davey Crockett at the Alamo.
I felt the cool sheets on my skin as I went to bed.

I got my drivers license and went on a date.
I took her to the drive in.
I walked to the door and she kissed me.

I waited for my friend in the drive way.
I went fishing and came home with a stringer full.
I took a bath and ate pork chops and a salad.

I joined the military and almost fainted.
I came home without a scratch.
I went to Church that Sunday.

I woke up this morning.
I have three grandsons.
I am retired and a long way from what use to be home.

I watch the news at night.
I watch the sun go down again.
I don’t lay in the grass anymore and look at the stars.

I miss summers standing in the rain.
I still look for Dad’s pick up truck.
I try to find that smell of fried chicken in the evening air.

I bounce my grandson on my knee.
I kiss my daughter goodbye and go home.
I watch my wife as she tells the boys goodbye.

I smile a little more now than I did then.
I hold on to those things from the past.
I seem to never let it all go.

I reach out and my wife gives me my pills at night.
I pet the cat and watch the news.
I go to bed and thank God I am still alive.

I remember all my friends.
I sometimes talk to them every now and then.
I never go home because it is not there anymore.

I ate fried green tomato’s last night.
I had fried chicken and mashed potato’s.
I kiss my wife good night.

I thank God I am still alive.
Then I go to sleep.