A Good Man
I thought that I would never see
a man so perfect, just for me;
a man who always looks to God,
does not put on a fake facade;
a man whose arms keep me secure
to hold me tight as we mature;
a man who’s blind to all my faults,
a perfect partner as we waltz
into our twilight hand in hand
with all my heart at his command.
Good men are found by fools like me
and I thank God on bended knee.
Copyright©2006 Mary Davila
TREES by Joyce Kilmer
I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the sweet earth’s flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
Photo by Mary Davila