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I’m Not Easy

~ Claude Limehouse ~ Leave a comment

At times I wander aimlessly,
At times I have a goal;
Sometimes I’m sinking helplessly into an endless hole.

I’ve very little confidence,
I’ve made some bad mistakes;
I don’t rely upon myself,
I don’t have what it takes.

Just when I feel it’s certain that there is no end in sight;
I think about my family and suddenly there’s light.

A light that shows me quickly it’s the reason I am here;
A light that lets me recognize the ones I hold so dear.

My wife has been my backbone ‘cause I have none of my own;
My boys have shown the strength it takes to set the proper tone.

My boys and wife have given me the loving I have sought;
And trust me, it is way more love then I had ever thought.

All I can say is, “Thank You,”
For always being there;
I need to say “I love you” too for showing that you care.

I know that I’m not easy,
I know I’m quite contrite;
But thanks again for loving me and showing me the light.

The light that led to happiness,
The light that makes me proud;
To be a thankful member of this faithful loving crowd.

The Nanny’s Chore

~ Claude Limehouse ~ Leave a comment

What is racing through your mind,
When you’re acting so unkind;
As you do just what you choose to do.

Treating her with disrespect,
A better person I’d expect;
You’re acting like you haven’t got a clue.

She just spent her only days,
Sharing all her loving ways;
Treating you to many special things.

But in a minute you forget,
And misbehave or get upset;
Even though you’re treated like a king.

Some will say this is the way,
I don’t buy it so I say;
There’s issues here that we can not ignore.

We all know it’s Mommy’s fault,
An open wound that’s rubbed with salt;
She banged ‘em out yet leaves you at the door.

People say, “Oh, but she tries.”
I see things through different eyes;
She dumped her load on family and friends.

She doesn’t care if you are well,
Your life must be a living hell;
She plays the Mommy but it’s all pretend.

There really ought to be a test,
When Mommy’s say they do their best;
Because the “baby-daddy” ain’t around.

They certainly should see the light,
The kids should be their only fight;
They simply need to put the bottle down.

I really, truly have to say,
Despite your age, there is no way;
To let you treat my wife the way you do.

For years I’ve tried to figure out,
What’s bothersome about this route,
But now I see that it’s not me, it’s you.

I’m not talking personally,
Your innocence is plain to see;
You’re playing with the only cards you’ve got.

The baby dad has left his wife,
It has an impact on your life,
It also impacts all of us, a lot.

We are here to procreate,
Our simple life we replicate;
Supposedly Jehovah tells us so.

But here is something he should say,
It’s more than just conception day;
You need to guide them and to watch them grow.

Here’s my fear and it is real,
That in the future you will deal;
A matching set of cards they gave to you.

Then that person does the same,
They too play this harmful game;
And on it goes, the cycle goes askew.

Now we’re right back at the start,
You’re tugging at my loved one’s heart;
I can’t stand by and watch you hurt her though.

So it’s time to walk away,
But she won’t and I must say;
This is the reason that I love her so.

The Bubble Bench

~ Claude Limehouse ~ Leave a comment

As I look out from my front steps,
Across the rolling green;
Leading to a tree filled wood of oak and evergreen.

I think about our days gone by,
And working side by side;
To make this brand new house a home,
It’s future we relied.

We had our son of eighteen months,
Help us lead the way;
As we readied Camelot,
To serve a troop someday.

A canvas blank was in our hands,
Ideas began to flow;
And we worked hard both day and night,
To make our mansion grow.

It’s hard to even think about the challenges we met,
As we put in place a dream,
With blood and tears and sweat.

The chore of wearing many hats and juggling many balls;
Never led us off the path,
Of building our four walls.

Classroom mom and baseball coach were givens year to year;
As our family grew in size, our roles in life were clear.

I could raise the money as you would lead the team;
All the while our eyes were set on building on our dream.

Lots of seeds and shrubs and trees were planted as we grew;
Building sheds and garden beds were things we added, too.

We even made a special place,
For all of us to band;
The bubble bench would be the spot if danger was at hand.

It all moved by so quickly,
That saying is so true;
Enjoy it while ya got it now cause soon it will be through.

As I look out from my front steps,
Across the rolling green;
I see we’ve headed down the path,
Of shoring up our dream.

Now the nest is empty,
And we start it all once more;
Repairing this and fixing that,
Continuing the chore.

It’s certainly a cycle,
At least it seems to be;
The making of our happy home,
It shapes both you and me.

Now it’s truly our turn,
To do just as we please;
To make another wonder land,
Of flowers, plants and trees.

But we would both give anything,
To do it all once more;
Lets all meet at the bubble bench,
For love we can’t ignore.

I’m With You

~ Claude Limehouse ~ Leave a comment

You think that you are all alone,
Stranded in the twilight zone;
Fighting evil,fighting all,
Flying, morphing, growing tall.

You’re inside a cosmic place,
Rolling, tumbling, inner space;
Your world is mine and mine is yours,
Once inside we’ll lock the doors.

I wish that I could fly with you,
Show me, I will do it, too;
I can tumble, I can grow,
Fighting evil’s what I know.

I want to be the knowing Dad,
Guiding you through good and bad;
Look around and you will see,
That I’m with you and you’re with me.