When I Get Home
I feel the ravages of the storms of life;
sensing the end drawing near;
you were sent as my perfect wife;
I only dream you’re still here.
You left me, so many years ago;
tho it wasn’t really your choice;
our love barely had time to grow;
you answered the Master’s voice.
You were sent to me; for a short time;
giving me the will to live on;
you were a kiss from the Lord divine;
then; all of a sudden; gone.
For a season; you became my wife;
with nearly four decades together;
combining hardships, love and strife;
we had dreams of forever.
You were an angel; sent from above;
I was alone; struggling to survive;
you gave, to me, your faith and love;
together, for a season, we’d thrive.
Fate and corruption stole our success;
it seemed we had little to live for;
I began to write; God chose to bless;
then God took a woman I adore.
You gave me your love and inspiration;
my purpose; you must have known
encouraging my gift of communication;
it’s because of you; that I’ve grown..
I still face all the storms in my life;
although, now I’m alone;
you were created; my perfect wife;
I’ll see you when I get home.
Monty 12.3.25. # 3,089