"The Wife's Lament"
I Knitted you the remnants of a dream
The soft Bug-cap to dust your little nose
Oh world and dark and cold beyond
Thee shalt not temper our little home
My husband has built these steady walls
He fortified them beam to beam
I feel safe and happy working in my home
and never want to leave
There is a time to every little purpose
A time to labor and a time to sleep
A time to dress up and a time to put things away
A time for meat and a time for cheese
A time to stack root vegetables in the cellar
A time to stir the pot of bubbling stew
A time to gather up the remnants remaining
and a time for me to sit and wait for you
eight years' love has our memories waxed fondly
eight years of happy memories keep me warm
I never want to go outside without you
I know you'll never let me live alone
I know you love me in spite of the weather
I know you love me in spite of the damp
That though the winds may change and roll in heaven
That you will find your way to my poor lamp
To find me and to kiss me, dearest husband
to hold me in the stillness of the dawn
to kiss me and press your little indian feather
Into my hair that I know I will go on
Will wait for you and hope for you to find me
will wait for you to tread upon the door
Oh little wife all waiting here forever
You see I shall wait on forevermore
No prettier bonnier face nor bust could steal thee
your heart mine never has had strength to betray
in dark and cold my husband leaving my never
My lamplit window a beacon to show you the way
And yea though I wait here for all forever
And though my sadness Pool Around My Feet
And though all manner of rough news abraise me
I shall not let my little hope be bent
Oh Wait Oh Wait to fall into your arms love
Oh home inside my arms never to betray
My love my life and no more shall you leave me
You will come home and On this hope I pray
In Jesus' Name,
Amen

"Waiting"
I love him with the Idleness of Snow Falling
I Love Him with the Gentle Hands of a mouse
Looking for a nest in my soft hair
Under my thatched roof where I sit safe and warm
Out in the storm a million fathoms he is
The wind blows wildly against the walls
The cars rise and fall down the lonely stretch of highway
I wait to hear his steady footfall
The padding of his feet on the wooden slats
that herald my husband's eventual arrival home
In dead of night he knocks and I answer the door
where I lay waiting for him to come back home to me
The Lord Knows where he goes all day every day
The Lord knows what he does and who he associates with
Not I to know not I but just only here to wait for him
and shadows gather on the dusty walls
Oh how I long to kiss his open mouth
To run my fingers through his pretty hair
No love forgotten but that I will wait
To see my love a treading on the stair
In Jesus' Name,
Amen

Theodore is a young man
He has very difficult time
communicating his needs
and it hurts him it makes him angry
and It frustrates him, that
he cannot speak for himself
he is naturally very quiet
and he loves me very much
and I feel that If he did write,
then these are the things
he would write for himself.

Little lamb sleep nuzzly tight
In the lush deep thickets
of sleeping night drowse heavily
and fall into thy mattress which
ill forever hold the like a cloud
Little lamb sleep quietly and beloved
We love you more than you know
thee art the apple of our eyes
so sweet, so innocent, so young
how could anyone not love you?
In JEsus' Name,
Amen.//