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I've been writing poetry from the age of 12. It has, and always will be my outlet, my voice. Join me on my journey . . . I can write about almost anything. :) ~ Life doesn't come with a shiny new book; no users manual of answers to find with one look. Life comes with doors that open and shut; and paths laid before us to be followed or passed up. There's things we can learn and things we may teach; hearts that may find us and souls we may reach. Guaranteed on this journey are teacups of tears; and pains that might hurt us may age us by years. But the beauty of life, love, laughter and giving; come from serving hugs on a platter each and every day we're living. ~

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

"The Traveling Man"

The traveling man looks at the clock
slowly ticking away.
Bit by bit—time takes a hit,
eating away his day.
His body sighs;
he closes his eyes
on this—his last day home,
savoring every moment,
trying not to moan.
His bags are packed with laundry fresh.
His lovely wife drops him at the gate.
Hugs and kisses and words of good-bye,
it’s time to start his week.
Lord, he misses her while he’s away,
he thinks to himself as the plane lifts off.
He bites his lip—struggles a bit,
then quietly tucks it away.
That piece of her he tucks in his heart,
she rides in there—along with him,
with memories to keep him warm,
of her silliness and her happy grin.
The way her eyes sparkle at him,
filled with so much love.
This life he shares with his loving wife,
a beautiful blessing—from up above.
He troopers up and works his week
then meets his love right back at that gate.
Grabs her in his arms and kisses her,
savoring her and home—today.

Inspired by a twitter prompt
"A traveling man's life while he misses his loving wife at home"
From: @uanmeintn (my traveling man and loving husband) i:heart: :)

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