Good Day with my Wife, Great Day with my Wife

   Would poetry suffice?

  Spending time with her,

   Usually is the best. The best! Nothing better. Choice moments and hours.

   There have been times when I was too senseless to know it

    Too clueless, oblivious, too selfish.

    Whom was I with? Who was this choice vessel that I had made covenants with?

    We, who had courted, exchanged pleasantries and then trust and confidences.

    Not all days have been happy. 

    There has been heartache and pain due to exigent circumstances

    (Began the poem Saturday, now Monday)

    This was Saturday.

    Sunday came, we spent more time together.

    I told a joke, based on some real world things--

    Not the best, really not too funny.

    Oh, a much better day would have been better without that.

    I am trying to put a couple good days together with her.

    And if we spend time with the kids, even better.

    

    Good days, great days, to come.

    May they come!