Denise Is a Blessing

I am blessed that I saw her walk

Into the house with her mother;

Or was it her long beautiful legs

Saying, 'Look at ME!'

Beneath her short, little, blue mini-skirt.

That was on June second 1973.

When I had just returned from the Viet Nam war,

and I would be returning again in a month.

I am blessed by her smile

That always makes me smile

In return.

I am blessed by her touch

When her fingers slide into my hand,

Or apply lotion to my back,

Or when they wipe a grieving tear

Off my cheek.

I am blessed by her blue eyes

Who have a life of their own

Who leak out tears

For other grieving moms,

Or for sadness of any kind.

I am blessed by her blue eyes

Who sparkle and laugh when she wins

Whatever games she creates

on the spur of the moment.

I am blessed by her amazing ability to plan

Trips, meetings, organizational events.

I am blessed by her green chili stew,

And the Corned beef and cabbage

That she delights in making.

I blessed by her enthusiasm in telling

Me stories of her grandfather

Playing the violin for her

When she was a little girl.

Or telling me stories of the day's news,

Or how her sister got a new job.

I am blessed by
How she glows with joyful exuberance

When she succeeds in hiding,

Jumping out and

Scaring the bejeesus out of me.

And best of all,

I am blessed that she is my mate for life,

Who cherishes me as much

As I cherish her.