Tag Archives: my wife and I

SOME OF MY…PICTURES IN THE STEW!

New pictures added to the Header,

I’m biased but I say no better…

Casuals of we–

Diana and me–

Be had by email or letter!

Christmas and July Forth,

And Halloween, of course…

And my train set,

The most recent yet,

The “cart is before the horse!”

A couple more industrial shots,

You know I like these lots!

So less women–

My pot’s brimming

Over with personal spots!

–Jonathan Caswell

(These are from July 4th…last year?)

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MORE THAN SATISFACTORY

MORE THAN SATISFACTORY

A special Valentines Day,

More snow is coming to play…

On hills and dales

That high wind avails,

Whilst we stay inside and sashay!

We have our Saturday dinner,

My wife’s fancy dress a winner…

A Polish feast

For greatest to least,

Ah, community love doth glimmer!

After our repast nightcap,

We ambled home for a nap…

My love and me

Snore peacefully,

In recliners and my C-PAP!

She got a card out for me,

Am I too lazy?,,,

Neither could shop

(Will the snow ever stop!),

Our love is for eternity.

–Jonathan Caswell

TWENTY-FIVE…AND ONE!

TWENTY-FIVE…AND ONE!**

July 3rd, before the Fourth,

And each month, we of course…

Celebrate

Our marriage to date,

Since June 3rd, when  it was in force!

–Jonathan Caswell

** Number of years and months, so far, of our marriage–a good thing!  😀

FAMILY SECRETS

FAMILY SECRETS

I don’t mean to complain,

My wife and aren’t the same…

We are frustrated

How the other has stated

Some attribute that is a pain.

She avoids complaining about me,

Likewise in my poetry…

We talk face-to-face

And no other place,

No undermining, you see!

Still. long-standing practices irk,

In each other a particular quirk…

Makes light of my gas

For this too shall pass,

She hates afterwards when I smirk.

And what are some of hers,

To say so would be adverse…

To our marriage vows

Would be verbal “POWS”

And who needs that kind of curse?

–Jonathan Caswell

IT OCCURRED TO ME…

IT OCCURRED TO ME…

 

February fourteenth of this year,

A reminder of our life-time cheer…

Twenty-six years we’ve stayed

Since the first exchange was made,

For since then we’ve become very dear!

In the year nineteen eighty-eight,

My prospects for love weren’t great…

Then out of the blue

She wrote to you-know-who,

The first step in finding God’s mate.

My Prayer Letter found her just fine,

I was a Missionary at the time…

The suggestion was strong

From my blind date (that bombed),

She wrote after proper prayer time.

By March twenty-seventh, that year,

We met with Sunday School cheer…

She liked who she saw,

He was handsome and tall–

They were engaged by May third, same year!

A year and a month to the day

Later, both families could say…

Related by marriage

Cannot be disparaged,

Now that these two are on their way.

 

–Jonathan Caswell

 

 

WHAT DO WE SAY?

WHAT DO WE SAY?

 

We heard from my family again,

The first since who knows when…

The kids are all fine,

Each in their line

And sister-in-law writes like a friend.

She and my brother have an empty nest,

Awaiting life’s further test…

She’s home with “the boys,”*

He’s in Illinois

Working on their behest.

Last time I heard from Nate

He had contracting in my state…

But except long weekends

His job depends

On taking opportunities on the plate.

So what can we write to them?

Our separate efforts have been…

Rather mis-cued

And poorly viewed,

But together we’ll manage a spin!

 

–Jonathan Caswell

* Nancy writes that “the boys” are two dogs and a cat, at home with her!

 

MY FINAL WORDS….MAYBE….FOR THIS YEAR.

MY FINAL WORDS…MAYBE…FOR THIS YEAR!

 

The year doesn’t end today,

But the wife and I are driving away…

To her mountains to see

Her loved family,

Tomorrow should be the day!

On the thirtieth and thirty-first

Of December my job is rehearsed…

Returned from our bolt

And economic jolt,

We might be dining on liverwurst!

(The wife hates it–I can stand it fresh for a sandwich or two!)

Whatever our lot, we wish you well,

I’m resting my fingers a spell…

I’ll see you in a week,

We’ll be up near North Creek

Listening to a distant church bell.

 

Have a Merry Christmas….Happy Holidays….the quintessential Kwanza!?!

 

–Jonathan Caswell, “zee Poet””.