Waiting For My Wife

Waiting For My Wife
By Larry Linville

I sit patiently in my car
my wife getting PT not very far
from my quiet perch in the parking lot
in a place next to a handicapped spot.

The chimes on an old church singing their song
loudly every quarter hour all day long.
Some days it rains and some days it is hot
and sometime I must go use the pot.

I read a little with radio on
and recline the seat at my first yawn.
I can write poems like I’m doing now
or look out the window and show a smile.

An UPS store is open across the street.
An Adams store beside it would be neat
UPS and Adam would catch your attention
and be easy for your brain’s retention.

I remember when we used to date
I’d let her out of my car and wait
as she did shopping and other such things
and I listened as the eight track sings.

I’m not saying I always wait on her
she wait for me too so that’s not a slur.
The many hours we’ve waited is not bad
it shows that our marriage is not a fad.

I hope I can wait for her for many years
sometimes with laughter and sometimes with tears
and she’ll wait for me whenever I need
because at our age there’s no need for speed.

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