ANITA

ANITA

ANITA  is lovely

Smart as any ass

No man can pass her by

Without a grunt and sigh

And thus I feel wanted

Sometimes even loved

Which in many cases is not enough

For one so love starved

Full of emotion, I move

I’m alive

Alone still, but a baby by my side

What of this bundle can I make?

She is so lovely and fragile

I wish, I might never let

Such a precious gem out of my sight

Such a responsibility

Such a task

 Call to God love

Please Lord, give me even greater love

God did answer my plea

Sent another part of me

That lay dormant, crippled

Afraid to become,

For it would shatter the belief:

Two can be one