Gloria Comingore Poems

As I drive my truck each day I wonder what it is I will see today?
Each day brings something new for my eyes and ears
From state to state, from coast to coast what new things will I see this day?
The sunrises from my front window to my back from day to day
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I’m sitting on my front porch on this afternoon.
Reflecting on my life on this day.
There’s little in this lifetime that we can call free.
But sitting on my swing, this is what I see.
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God I prayed to you 22 years ago.
God you answered my prayer in this way.
A man knocked on my door Lord.
Tells me he is a friend of my room mate.
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Where is the gleam in your eyes that you once had?
The flame and sparkle are now only amber’s when I come into view.
The warmth and softness of your touch is no loner present.
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I’ve practiced in the mirror each day.
I try to find the words I want to say.
As I watch you walk away.
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Lord, where would you be, that I could not be with you?
Everywhere I go Lord, you were there before me.
Everywhere I go Father, you are there with me.
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I was born in a womb with no soul, but God was there.
I had a mother who cared not, but God was there.
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The sun starts it journey downward.
On rays of red and gold.
Moonbeam dance, to the rhythm of the twinkling stars.
As you and I make love by the flight of the firefly.
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Through the laughter and the tears throughout the years.
If this old shattered house of ours had words to say.
Through the sadness of goodbye and the tears that I cry.
Through the love that once was that has sadly gone by.
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My wife whispered in my ear there’s a storm on the horizon.
Dear would you like to make love in the rain?
Would you hold my close as the storm passes by?
Would you like to make love to me for every storm that comes our way?
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