Keno Baby

Keno Baby
By Michael A Gelb

My wife and I liked to play keno
Just about every weekend we would go

She was pregnant and due any day
Over an hour’s ride each way

Other players would say
Your going to give birth today

We got home and went to bed
It’s that time my wife had said

Her water broke on the floor
Our first was born in nineteen sixty four

It was almost a maybe
That we had a keno baby

Play Ball (Softball)

Play Ball (Softball)
By Michael A Gelb

My daughters use to play softball
I wish I could have been to them all

Since my daughters don’t play anymore
I don’t have a team to cheer for

I do watch some games on the TV
The girls have lots of great energy

When the girls are in the dugout
You can hear them cheer and shout

You can hear them chant and scream
To win a world series starts as a dream

For one team to lose comes sorrow
And they may not have a game tomorrow

I’ve seen many girls being sad
I can’t recall any of them getting mad

Lots of girls playing softball
Good luck to them all

Angel of Mine

Angel of mine
By Michael A Gelb

I had written a poem called “Deaths Door”
My sleeping problem my wife did endure

From when I lost my spouse
It’s only the dog and I at the house

Before I go to bed I shut the light
Something happened to me one night

I felt a hand on my back waking me
Nobody but the dog here with and me

It could have been a night I lost my breath
An angel may have kept me from death

That angel must be my wife
Still watching over my life

She watched over me when she was alive
She must still be helping me to survive