Tonight's Poet Corner: When My Wife Is Home

When My Wife Is Home
by Belinda Roddie

I like it when my wife is home
I like it when she's next to me
as we both drink a cup of tea
a brew to put fire in our bones
I just can't stand being alone
I like it when my wife is home

I like it when my wife is home
Her bright smile warms me inside out
Without a shadow of a doubt
she subdues all my cheap syndromes
My heart is just as light as foam
I like it when my wife is home

I like it when my wife is home
and I can't get enough of her
The night quickly becomes a blur
until I rest dead as a stone
She pulls me from my combat zone
I like it when my wife is home

My brain idles in threats and groans
subjecting me to anxious dreams
She stitches up my ripping seams
and kisses every scar that's grown
She's peace among chaos unknown
I like it when my wife is home

She cradles me when I can't sleep
forgives each promise I don't keep
No queen deserves a better throne
I like it when my wife is home