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

My Memories

My Memories
By Michael A Gelb

I was thinking of buying a new house
So I’m here with my son and his spouse

Sitting outback looking up to the sky
Hoping to see something go bye

Wishing for a sign to see
Something from my wife to me

To move into an empty and cold house
I would leave behind memories of my spouse

I don’t want to leave those memories behind
More memories in the house then in my mind

When my kids were small
They would play and mark up a wall

I see memories on every wall
Where my wife painted over marks from a ball

A memory in every room
Some good some with a little gloom

It’s something that will always be
Even the gloom is a memory to me

Treasure of Man

Treasure of Man
By Michael A Gelb

Every man has the chance
To find love and romance

Having a family with your wife
That’s a treasure of a man’s life

Mine had blue eyes and blonde hair
A beautiful face with a smile to share

The three children we had
Made me proud to be a husband and a dad

Every man’s treasure is in front of his face
Make a good life at a slow pace

I take a deep breath and let out a sigh
To think how lucky was I

How Young We Were

How Young We Were
By Michael A Gelb

My wife’s final day she lost the bout
At the hospital I collapsed my legs gave out

They took me into the emergency
Nothing wrong they said with me

They couldn’t see my heartache
They couldn’t feel my heartbreak

At night when I go to bed
I twist and turn with thoughts in my head

Some nights to sleep is hard for me
Thinking of my wife I wish I could see

On my neck is my wife’s wedding band
I clutch it tightly in my hand

My body is tired and with some pain
Why do I go on what’s to gain

I wish I new the end to my life
I miss so much not being with my wife

I look at pictures how young we were
That’s how I wish to be again with her

Words of Love

Words of love
By Michael A Gelb

From heaven I wish my wife could see
The words of love that come from me

Out of my heart and into my head
Come the words I wish I had said

From my lips to my wife’s ears
Hear the words that bring my tears

Joey I will never forget
That day and how we met

You and I started as two
I look forward to again be with you

I don’t know how or when it will be
Together again just my darling and me