She sits and quietly watches,
Patiently, she waits for me.
Ever present in my work,
I do not see.
For I am way too busy,
Either working or at play.
To see how much she,
Freely,
Loves me.
I go to work each morning,
Leaving her behind,
But, I think of her,
Many times,
While I am away.
She’s my best friend,
My confidant.
She loves me tenderly.
She supports me,
And defends me.
She’s my lovely wife,
Yes, mine.
How did I win her?
I wish I knew.
It’s her secret,
She won’t tell.
What little thing did I do?
I wish I knew.
Time passes,
Still patiently,
She waits.
She’s a force,
That’s ever present,
Giving me strength to carry on.
I can see the pain,
That’s in her heart,
Each morning when,
I leave to go to work.
But, she always greets me,
With a kiss,
When homeward bound I come.
I often wonder,
In the night,
As I watch her sleep,
If she's ever sorry,
She chose me,
Forever hers,
To keep.
Morning comes,
And I am up,
Out the door,
Once more.
Yet,
Patiently,
Again she waits,
It is I,
That she adores.
Ó Robert W Hullender