Wild In The Wind Poem by Kewayne Wadley

Wild in the Wind


You'd be so nice to come home to,
The better part of me I often forget To recognize,
in regards to self-care.
Your skin like braille to the feel of my hands.
I dream often, coming home to you.
Like there is anyone else I'd rather come home to.
Ocean size windows, a big dreamy bed.
Nice size wooden chairs & a small garden.
My biggest if not best relief, a daily thought
Without cease.
A compliment that knows exactly where & who you are.
These things you already know, although
It's good to be reminded.
Remembering to recognize in regards
To self-care.
A smiling face, soft glowing skin
& a face scrub bottled up surrounding
The bathroom sink.
You'd be so nice to come home to.
If only you understood,
I think about it all the time.
The better part of me I often forget.
A stray cat wild in the wind