When the sun shines in the window
to announce the day is new
A smile crosses my sleepy face
with my first thoughts of you.
The aroma of fresh coffee in my cup
fills the morning air
And I run my fingers through
my tangled, tossled hair.
The mirror no longer shows the face
of a beautiful young girl
The lines and creases forming now
send self esteem into a whirl.
Strands of gray accentuate
the once lovely auburn hair
Isn�t it too soon for them
to be so plentiful there?
In the quiet of the lonely house
I set about my chores
Washing clothes and dishes
and the mopping of the floors.
I make the bed we slept in
and dust the tables clean
it is an never ending task to make
our every treasure gleam.
As the afternoon approaches
I find more things to do,
but in amoungst it all there is
continuing thoughts of you.
I take my bath and wash my hair
to remove the day's debris
And ready myself for you to come
home to be with me.
I hear your car come in the drive
its sound is like no other
I wait in anxious anticipation
the details of your day to cover.
With a kiss and a smile you greet me
a truly welcome face
And I hope I have provided you
with a truly welcome place.
A dinner I prepared for us,
enough for just we two
And hope to share some words about
the different things we do.
What was once a busy family fare
has become a quiet time.
Although I miss the children�s sounds
the quiet is just fine.
After dinner we retire to the space
we call the living room
with modems running and games a blaze
it is quiet as a tomb.
There are times I feel that you are distant
with the computer age in our home
We both go in different directions
with computers of our own.
I try so hard to understand the need you have
for quiet relaxing time
I also know you try to comprehend
the special needs of mine.
You have a life outside our home
This much I know is true
But my whole world revolves around
the time I spend with you.
Being a wife at home
is not as easy as it may seem
I�m left to my own devices
and take comfort in my dreams.
Oh, my love, don�t take me wrong
I am happy with what we have
I just wish I knew what to do
to make life an easier path.
I sit and think on all these things
while we are in our quiet mode
together, yet alone in our
precious little abode.
When I sigh, as if in regret
you quietly turn to see
if perhaps there is something in my thoughts
that might be troubling me.
In that moment I come to know
your silence is not held against me
but in the need of your own space
and release of responsibility.
I have a need to care for you
To make your life worthwhile
I try to let you know this
when you go that extra mile.
When the hour grows late and time for bed
You rest your weary bones
I wish I knew how to let you know
I am happy you are home.
There is nothing on this whole earth
that can possibly compare
to the feelings that I have for you
and the love that we two share.
To Steve for his birthday: November 27th,1996