About Myself

Me

I am a child of no one
father to two
grandfather to five.
A Husband forever.
Some days when peace
comes to visit me
like an old friend.
It is in the late summer
I am at my most happy then.
Watching the cool
September nights
turning my friends
the maple trees
blood and vermilion red.
Like Blossoms in rampant beauty.
But in the spring my
fickle head is turned
by pungent  perfumes
of new life.
My wife gardens planting
seeding and caring for
any living thing we have.
I am thankful to be one of
those things she cares for..
And as I clean her soiled hands
from a days work
I see the sky
and the seasons
in her beautiful
ageless eyes.
My home is my refuge
the place on earth that I love
Inside its predictable walls
I hear her filling the room
and my heart with Chopin.
In armchair I see my road
that brought me here.
a long and hard road.
One which holds
specters of my passage.
I see mother and father
and lost siblings
Calling my name.
But I stay fixed
in my tranquil home
and look once more
into her grey   eyes
full of chores and caring
And I whisper softly to her
Thank You for loving
me My Angel.