Just As I Do For Her Poem by Robert Rorabeck

After all of the liquors are gone,
And after making love and eventually children.
The bodies of once lovers arise and go their own ways,
While their cars sit languidly palavering to the
Absence of fireworks in their own parking lots:
And the sun shines or if not it rains real hard,
And my termites seem to have miraculously vanished after I have
Signed a contract to tent my house;
But every morning and every evening I still kiss the lips of my
Statue of the Virgin of Guadalupe,
And I god blessed her imagine shining like an inexperienced planet
Over all of Mexico,
That you came to our house one last time Friday morning and held me
And let me kiss your lips
While you looked at the dying roses I bought for you on the threshold
Of this world:
Flowers you could not take home, because you were
Afraid of what it might mean,
But with ever passing sun is the opportunity for me to sell more
Fireworks and buy you new roses,
While you go home to your children, Alma, and the virgin watches over
You,
Kissing and blessing you as you drive in your car,
Just as I do for her.