At 69 years of age, it seems to me that beginning anything new, that you have never done before is a real adventure. I decided to write my very first poem about my wife Susan and recently discovered Daughter. Please cut me some slack as I am truly a novice at this. Click on images to enlarge.

This is Susan

This is Gail

This is the poem.

My Angels

Early days floundering, through endless mazes

Searching and stumbling, through negative gazes

Destinations unknown, yet always searching.

Approaching environs, but never connecting

A flash in the blackness, and true love appeared

A soulmate forever, the apparition quite clear

Ecstatic adventures, interminable elation

Abundance, triumphs, life’s awesome sensations.

A cup to the brim beyond fools wildest dreams

Much of the credit, wasn’t mine it would seem

Built on the core of a magical soul

She lifted me up, created me whole.

Eternity of bliss, romantic obsession,

through veils of time, sailing through professions,

Pillars of sustenance, eternally in evidence,

A horn of plenty, unending abundance

Love of my life, guardian of my soul,

A life she fulfilled, twas etched in the scrolls.

What more could be wanted, being not avaricious

Lives filled with wonders, each one more delicious

Wondrous adventures, lives so sublime

Went flying through spans, and portals of time

Now in winter, bonds never ending

With all the excess, what now is portending

A miracle happened, on Pearl Harbor day

And altered my world, on that cold winter’s day

That month of December, as if fate’s demonstration

Another appeared, and with invitation

Shielded from vision for two score and more

Another angel for me to adore

My love I dispatched, no questions asked

Then came a test, and took me to task

Searching my soul, I knew it was true

My love of my Gail was too long overdue

Mysterious semblances, with identical flairs

All things in common, and out of thin air

My cup overfloweth as no man before

Two glorious beings, that reach to my core

Revived as a family, forever we’ll be

My Susan, my Gail, my angels, and me

Wondering through life, had I found neither one

The life would be empty, or probably done

My wife and my daughter, no more could I ask

Deserving not what, had just been unmasked

My life fulfilled, should I be called away

I could ask no more, I’ve cherished my day.

Till then as is written, I exist in this dream

Wondering why chosen, by this heavenly team

Husband and Father

May 11th, 2010

Bob Letterman

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