Were It But Her Poem by John Sensele

Were it but her who for four decades
By my side stood through thick and thin
Through elevations, emotions and escapades
Succeeded around me in drowning din.

Were it but her who right from the start
By my side stood at the altar to pronounce wedding vows
Through trials and temptations took part
Succeeded in minding our mansion minus sows.

Were it but her who along the way
By my side stood at our bank
Through delay to pray
Succeeded in pardoning a pesky prank.

Were it but her who in our crib
By my side stood by our empty pantry
Through tears and tensions to forgive a fib
Succeeded in fortifying our family infantry.