Frank V. Gardner
Frank V. Gardner Poems
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This Time, You Come To Me
All through our lovely married life
I've had to go away.
And it was always you, my dear,
Who was back home to stay.
It wasn't my own choosing,
But the Government, which said
That I must leave my family,
And sacred marriage bed.
The FBI was first to pry
Our soothing arms apart.
And, each time I returned to you
With ever swelling heart.
The Foreign Service, next, attempted
Separate our arms.
But I was not to be denied,
Returning to your charms.
I came back to you every time,
From places I can name: ...
He Knows What He's Doing
One day in March, my little girl and I had lunch together.
We looked outside, across the lawn, and talked about the weather.
The wind was strong; the cedar trees were in its billows dancing.
The clouds were moving swiftly by; the scene was quite entrancing.
'Look, daddy, 'Maureen said to me, 'how hard the wind is blowing!
I betcha on a colder day, that blowing would be snowing!
And what is it keeps yo