Forgive me if I have wronged you
The task before me
Is beyond marital blues
You claimed I come home late
You claimed I drink spirits a lot
You claimed I snored every night
You claimed I took you for granted
You claimed I forgot our wedding date
You claimed I was too Puritan …
Incapable of love
And being loved
Please and please my angry woman
Let’s push your trainload of anger aside
While I invite the holy Muse of poetry
To refresh my soul
With lines I will submit
In our poetry soup anthology
I thought of times just past memory, a bit beyond my grasp
With time, I fear they fade a bit, yet fail to disappear
Like a morning mist they sit, laughing, crying,
Joking, challenging my wit-
I wouldn’t trade these special times
For a trainload of nickels and dimes
Riches cannot hope to replace
Those shining eyes, that laughing face
Resting deeply in the recesses of my mind
Those flowing memories of another time