To My Wife, Who Woke Up Tired

Sally woke up in a bad mood on Friday.  It was my fault; there was no denying it.  She asked me to write her a haiku, so she'd feel better, but the idea came out a little longer than that.

It's speed poetry.  Read on at your own risk.

To My Wife, Who Woke Up Tired

Late nights and a kiss
and alarm clocks, too.
We ought to be sleeping,
but I’m here with you.

A touch and a taste
and a change in the weather,
these make our lives,
stolen moments together.

There’s dishes and homework,
a million little things
that get in the way
of our little flings,

But Lady, I love you.
Your touch in me sings
lifting me up
on angels’ wings.


Beautiful girl
turned bleary-eyed Lady,
it gets like that
when she drives me crazy.

Memories, they carry
us on through our day
of nights we should sleep
but can’t turn away.

Up in the morning
to get kids to school
Fatigue settles in
‘til you feel like a fool,

But beautiful Lady,
my memories of you
lift me on high;
they carry me through.


Three cups of coffee,
and two cups of tea.
That’s just the beginning;
Just wait, you’ll see.

I’ll struggle to function
and stare like a drone
at my desk where I sit
and answer the phone,

But then I’ll remember
the touch of your skin,
the taste of you Lady,
as delicious as sin,

And that’s when I’ll know
How blessed I have been
to spend days with you
again and again.


Beautiful girl
turned bleary-eyed Lady,
it gets like that
when she drives me crazy.

Memories, they carry
us on through our day
of nights we should sleep
but can’t turn away.

Up in the morning
to get kids to school
Fatigue settles in
‘til you feel like a fool,

But beautiful Lady,
my memories of you
lift me on high;
they carry me through.

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My poetry collection, such as it is, has the working title "Radical Thoughts on a Rainy Day."  If you actually read any of it, do my a favor and let me know.