With Love

Breakfast at the table

Morning flowers, coffee

She is able to sway

This late riser to a

Happy side of the sky

Clear and warm for

Ever wanting her inside

My arms

It’s all for thanking

All a gift, a simple

Helpful, humble, grateful wish

That got a second rub

Of a genie lamp

And all I asked for

Was another chance

I got a bundle,

A dozen roses

A loving heart and

Rubbing noses

I love her loving, and

Giving back

All of she has me

For loving that

For my lover

My love, a mother

Woman, healer, I

Have no other

To compare

For her I am of this

World made aware

She deserves the riches

All the heirs of

Queens and kings

Pharaohs, arrows from

Apollo, Cupid, Robin Hood

Make no closer mark

Into the center of

My heart she stares

Happy Mother’s Day

My other half

My lover as a

Third wish worth

A thousand for her gaze