In the Woodwork (a poem)

In the Woodwork

January 30th, 2012

When I go off on my own

And we are separated for a time

As I toss and turn at night, longing for home

I’ll remember the sound of your boots

Thumping on the porch upon your arrival

I’ll remember running to the door on little feet

When I heard your cough at midnight

I knew you still lay awake, restless

But when I heard your snore

From across the house, on a different floor

Rumbling in the woodwork

I knew I could sleep easy;

You never drifted into dreams

Unless all was at peace, all was secure

Caretaker (a poem, dedication)

Caretaker

Written April 18th, 2011

His body is scarred and battered

From a life of hard work and toil

He doesn’t complain; the pain, it never mattered

So long as the table had bread, milk, and potatoes in the foil.