The Letter She Wrote Poem by Randy McClave

I'm not any good at taking care of myself
But, I promise you I will treat you well,
I'll prepare your bath and/ or your showers
And I'll always be happy with beautiful flowers.

I don't know how to deal with my own emotions
I get confused over all commotions,
But, in my arms I'll always hold onto you
And we'll laugh together as two.

I'm not good at all with any type of mess
And I hate all uncertainty and any stress,
But, I'll clean up your dishes and your doubts
And never will you see me asking for handouts.

Maybe I'm not the best person that there is
Maybe I'm tired of being a Ms,
I'm unsure of myself and I often think life is so cruel
And many times I feel like a tool.

If you grab my hand I promise I will not ever let go
And unto me nothing would you ever owe,
Sometimes my needs and wants are light as a feather
The weight is meaningless, if we are together.

I truly want you in my life
Whether it be a friend, girlfriend, but hopefully a wife,
Now while my thoughts you are debating
I'm over here in the shadows, hoping and waiting.

Randy L. McClave