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This is not a flower from my show and poems for her.
This poem came up today as I was listening to the news about someone beating his wife.
Seems to be common in some country’s of the world to beat your wife.
It had me really angry and after the anger I thought about that man and what he might feel later in his sad life after years have passed as he sat in front of his TV alone.
I sit here in my favorite chair the late late show is on.
Someone is talking about something as if I really care.
I sit here every night alone wishing I was dead.
But Gods making my days real long I guess he’s really mad.
I sit and see where you once sat your chair is empty now.
I see the knitting that you made in your happy days.
I see the kitchen table from where I sit, your plate sits in its place.
The only thing missing in this show is you my loving wife.
I sit here every night alone afraid to call you up.
Its been five years since you walked out our house.
Not one word have I heard from you since that dreadful day.
I wonder if you’ll ever let the past lie down and die.
I did them things to hurt you hon I know it was my fault.
And as I look down at the floor tears begin to fall.
What was it that I said to you so mean it knocked you down.
I had a drink I know its wrong and that was no excuse.
I took the one thing that you loved your photo of your mom.
And then I ripped it apart and threw it in your face.
I drink, I lie, I do the things that I said I’d stop.
I go to church and ask the lord to help me see the light.
But no I walk right out that church and soon as we get home…
If dinners not the way I want then I start a fight.
I know I said I’d get it right, but hon I just don’t know!
I think I am just too bitter at the way my life has gone
Its not your fault you did it right you stood tall by my side.
When your friend’s said take a walk and leave me to my own.
You took it all and smiled at them and told them they would see.
And then I did just what they said.. Oh hon I feel so bad.
And then the one that loved me most I turned on her too.
I sit and wait until he comes and takes me by the hand.
I hope that he will forgive me hon for all that I have done.
I know I don’t deserve his love for I have been so bad.
So here I sit and wait for him as tear drops slowly fall.