Well I wrote a poem about my wife
But she said, "If you post it you die"
I said, "Don't worry babe you can count on me"
But she should have known that I lie

She had this pimple on the tip of her nose
And I couldn't help but stare
She thought I was listening to her every word
'Cause she didn't know it was there

Now that monster had me hypnotized
I even forgot how to blink
It looked at me with those come hither eyes
And I swear I saw it wink

Well that night we went out to dinner
To an all you can eat buffet
Before we left she said, "How do I look?"
But I didn't know what to say

Now the waiter was truly mesmerized
And my wife still none the wiser
She thought it was rude when he asked her politely
"Would you nose like an appetizer?

She excused herself to powder her nose
At least that's what she said
But when she got back, she had fire in her eyes
And said, "When we get home you're dead"

Well that pimple finally faded away
But my wife won't let me forget
I think she knows that I posted this poem
'Cause she's still not over it yet

She said, "Daddy let's make snow angels,
Before the snow begins to melt"
She couldn't have known how much she'd grown
And the pride that her daddy felt

She was ten years old going on twenty
And her angels were always the best
But I'd let her win just to see her grin
I'll bet you've already guessed

Her angels would always disappear
In the Spring, Summer and Fall
But before Winter came I learned a new name
When leukemia came to call

I would sit with her, beside her bed
As the snow came tumbling down
She said, "Daddy can you see, she's as pretty as can be,
In her beautiful snow white gown

When I looked around the empty room
My little girl closed her eyes
"My snow angel's here" she whispered so dear
And then my little girl dies

She said, "Daddy let's make snow angels,
Before the snow begins to melt"
She couldn't have known how much she'd grown
And the pride that her daddy felt

A poet's words are on his sleeve
Found mostly in the night
An emotion stirred will often weave
The words he needs to write

Some by rhyme others by prose
Whatever the poet's choice
He writes the emotion he has chose
Giving his words a voice

Some are deep inside his heart
While others are on his face
The poet tries to perfect his art
With the scars that he'll erase

His poem is written to free his soul
And make him feel complete
He'll write the words that must console
And stave off his defeat

He finds the emotion that holds him tight
Then writes his own release
He chooses his words and continues to write
Until he finds some peace

Mama, where did you go?
I can't see you anymore
What did I do to make you mad?
Why did you leave me for?

Mama, where did you go?
I can't hear your precious voice
Didn't you love me enough to stay?
Or did you have no choice?

Mama, where did you go?
I need you to hold my hand
Who will teach me how to walk,
Or steady me when I stand?

Mama, where did you go?
Did I do something wrong?
Please just give me one more chance
Come back where you belong

Mama, where did you go?
For your face I haven't seen
Tell me mama, I don't understand
What does abortion mean?

She writes the words so carefully
Making sure they rhyme
Her poem is simply a work of art
She patiently takes her time

She tells the story of a dragon
And how his wings unfurled
A magical place beyond the clouds
In some far and distant world

She writes about the dragon's heart
And the place from whence he came
She writes about his breath of fire
And the power of his mighty flame

She pauses a moment, to gather her thoughts
As inspiration guides her hand
She writes about a golden lake
In this forsaken fairytale land

A land that's filled with shadows
With danger around every turn
Her dragon seeks his victims out
With another village to burn

Then she writes her hero's entrance
A knight with a golden lance
He enters on his stallion of white
For he is their only chance

Her dragon attacks with a vengance
To deliver her knight his pain
But his lance had flown straight and true
And the poet's dragon was slain

She smiles as she turns the page
And basks in her dragon's defeat
Her work of art now sealed with a kiss
Is one she hopes to repeat

I carved the stone with my own hands
To watch you as you sleep
I tend the flowers every sunday
Making sure they keep

You aways took care of the roses
Now they're taking care of you
Your grave is covered by dozens
Though I only planted a few

Rain or shine your flowers grow
While others don't survive
The way they did in your garden
Back when you were alive

Some people call it a miracle
As they come to watch them grow
But I know you feed the flowers
With the love that's in your soul

I carved the stone with my own hands
To watch you as you sleep
But when it rains it almost seems
The flowers begin to weep

In the spring you're my flower
As your perfume fills the air
Your angelic beauty is the reason
All the people stop to stare

In the summer you're the reflection
In a cool clear mountain lake
Your warm smile in the morning
Will cause the sun to wake

In the autumn you're the breath of fall
That whispers to the trees
Your voice is so enchanting
The trees divorce their leaves

In the winter you're the snowflake
You're simply one of a kind
You melt my heart as I melt yours
That's truly hard to find

I guess the season I love the most
And you're the only reason
More than Summer, Spring, Winter or Fall
You're my favorite season