I saw her childhood photos-
my wife of thirty years.
That innocent age I never knew-
the guilt my mind now hears.
Were in our twenties when we met-
were free of childish things;
but now would welcome the return-
the innocence childhood brings.
I wonder had I seen those pics
years and years ago,
would I’ve done more to keep in mind
the girl I didn’t know?
I can’t relive those thirty years,
but the next ones are on me.
Layer by layer I’ll strip away
til that little girl I see.
Hunger and Thirst 
I have tears welling up, this is the most beautiful poem.
So very touching, honest and pure. Thank You.
It has the same effect on me. Thanks for your help with the ending.
Mike, you always amaze me. This is so profound.
One of these days it might take both hands to count my fans.
Very thought provoking poem, Mike!
This was so beautiful . .thank you for writing it and sharing it and living it!
God bless you and yours!
Not sure if you saw it or not, but on your “Your Still the Noise” post, i sent you a note thanking you for the card you sent. Didn’t want to think that it went unnoticed.
Beautifully written! Thanks for sharing it!