Rose
What can I say about this woman?
That she makes life special? Too trite.
That she is the only one
I’ve ever seen my soul mate in so clearly….
I can’t seem to say anything
I just remember her laughter
and how she held me when I left tonight
worried for my health
and not hassling me for my freedom or time.
How could I not love a woman that fine?
She was my wife once … mother of my seed.
Now she’s becoming more, … a mate.
gallagher
18 June 1979
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
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