Always Reforming

Companion, confidante, friend and lover, Schoolteacher, counselor, wife and mother, How can one woman fill so many roles? How can one human support all these souls? Stunning and sexy, so sugary sweet, Caring, passionate, the package complete, How one look, one expression, means so much! How, twelve years later, I still crave your touch! Who would I be?  Where, pray tell, would I go? I would be lost--guideless--without your glow, You are the sun around which our solar System revolves; your presence is polar, You are my gravity; you are, in truth, The heart of my home, the wife of my youth.

Originally written 3/6/14. The place I once called home I call home once again, I do believe it's the best place I've ever been. Oh, the ironies of life never cease to amaze me, Spencers and Marlboro seem to have some history. Marlboro, Ohio is unextraordinary, But it's as good a place as any to be happy. Back in Marlborough we were dukes and royalty, Here we're just citizens--happy to be free. Marlboro doesn't have anyone like a William Golding, But we've got fun and friends and hands for holding. Marlborough has those roads as wide as any you'll see, Back home we just hope to avoid potholes and tragedy. There's something about that small-town sort of charm, The scenery, the simplicity, the sounds and smells of the farm. Look how far we've come, and, yet, everything is pretty much the same, We've just dropped a couple of letters from our name.