A DEATH STAR* on a kid’s wall,
In terms of “dark” ain’t anything at all…
Let’s “talk turkey”
My wife thinks I’m quirky,
‘Cause I think the dark meat’s a ball!
–
–Jonathan Caswell
*The DEATH STAR, of course, belongs to the Empire–antagonist of The Rebellion,
in the STAR WARS series of movies.
Today she turns sixty-two,
We weren’t sure what to do…
Filling the rafters
With happy ever afters,
She’s a two-footed blessing–HOW TRUE!
–
–Jonathan Caswell
GOING WESTERN?
–
My latest E-bay package
Was a pair of RS-1s,
Was happy to get them
On a shorter bidding run…
My wife picked up the “Sante Fe”
And wondered if I’d be
Modeling a line out West,
A different role for me?
–
I tried to explain to her
I just liked RS-1’s,
And these were the best I bought
And the last ones…
She liked the “Frisco” one as well
It was easier to see,
So maybe I WILL build west
To Albuquerque!
–Jonathan Caswell
MY WIFE IS SO AMAZING!
Oh, how she puts up with me,
Our love deeper than the sea…
The outcome of course
Is a tour de force,
Of mutual security!
–
Why she still loves me so,
Only the Lord would know…
Realizing that we
Run differently,
And together go.
–
A part of learning God’s grace
Is looking on her face…
Neither of us
Are perfect, thus
We allow each other space.
–Jonathan Caswell
(www.123rf.com)
EVICTED AGAIN
She had a tired look,
This Aide who seriously took…
My wife on
To straight up, “Mawn”,
Told me, in effect, to “book”.*
–
One more bag of trash,
Disposed of with panache…
Until they were through
What they had to do,
When I returned I could crash.
–
So gave them extra time
By posting more on-line…
Apartments small
Won’t fit us all,
My wife needs her chance to shine!
–Jonathan Caswell
* “to book”….to go (away) somewhere else
YOGURT ON MY SWEATER
With yogurt on my sweater,
I couldn’t show any better….
My wife’s loving care
For how I fare,
Drawn with cords of love, not a fetter!
–Jonathan Caswell
ANOTHER PHONE CALL
Getting to know the numbers
Of call that come in…
Saw that certain number
And knew she fell again.
–
She herself called in next,
Wondering what to do…
I said, go to the hospital
And that’s where I’ll meet you!
–
She seems to get weaker
And more unstable nights…
Her lifeline* loudspeaker
Summons angel flights.
–
After work I’ll go and see
What my be done…
I’d hate to lose or suffer change
In my beloved one.
–Jonathan Caswell
* lifeline…one of a number of that general brand and machine type.
HAIRY WEEKEND-2
This last weekend was hairy,
The kind of which to be wary…
Voided registration
For the car meant frustration,
And timing extraordinary!
–
My wife found a hole in my foot,
That seemed anything but good,,,
Her feet too
Needed going through,
Two visits to the foot doc., we would.
–
Too hairy to go through it all,
A full week of folderol…
But Sunday was worse
My buddy was cursed
With a vehicle that stalled.
–
Instead of a normal Sunday,
I had to cover HIS day…
Which took two rides
Up and back to provide,
For nine or ten hour’s pay.
–
The fellow on either end
Was getting a twelve-hour trend….
Instead of eight,
He needed the break
To survive for the money to spend!
–
So started this week fuzzy-headed,
Forgive me for a schedule shredded…
Will try getting back
To productive tracks,
With more poem pieces edited.
–Jonathan Caswell
WRITTEN WHILE THE MISSUS GOT REINTRODUCED
Physical therapy,
Not something done to me…
Except (I forgot)
When an injured back taught
Proper posture and lifting to me!!!!
–
The wife comes in again
For help with shoulder pain…
A chance to ease
Her suffering , please,
‘Though arthritis damage remains.
–
Therapists here all know
My wife from a previous “go”…
Familiarity
Is important you see,
They’ll take things patiently and slow.
–Jonathan Caswell
THE WORST POSSIBLE PLACE
Drove home early in the storm,
The boss wanted me safe and warm…
Took my time,
No crazies in line
And roads were in pretty good form.
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At home, all spaces taken,
Parking rules forsaken…
I parked on the side
In back where I spied
A place to save my bacon.
–
My wife awoke from the pounding
Of our door and a shout resounding…
“Come move your car
This instant from ‘thar’,
Plowed snow all around you is mounding!”
–Jonathan Caswell
By the Mighty Mumford 