For My Golden One
“Write me a poem if you can.”, she said.
A cute little thing with a couple of rhymes.
Something for me to read in my bed
To show me you love me, to tell me I’m fine,
For I’m feeling unworthy, lately, it seems.”
“Show me how to feel good about life,
Tell me my purpose on God’s green Earth.
Make me believe not all’s trouble and strife
And that my living has meaning and worth.
I often feel all that is left me are dreams.”
This from a woman that God has so blessed
That all manner of men find her simply divine.
He’s proved He thinks she’s wondrous by ...