No world wide trip
or big house with a large tub.
The kid’s pool has patches
and the yard looks like hell.
Yet, I try to tap out a few words
in the low moonlight
hoping that some day I can
just give you more.
And just when I feel I have lost
when my shoulders slump.
You, my angel, my wonderful,
say “I love you.”
Those words hold belief and strength.
I roll my shoulders and sigh,
cinch the knot and ready the rope.
Swirling it, I go to lasso Bailey’s Moon.
To Heidi, for 21 years and more.
