Donna My Reason

Dennis Wright

Description

To love and be loved is the greatest endeavor in life. Donna and I have found that kind of love. It is the kind of love that naturally creates serenity. We are at our best together and have had 4 arguments in 16 years. I write her poetry because of that love and we have a bond that transcends all hardship. We had at one time three teenagers and life got interesting. We have only one child at home now and very soon we are off to see the world. You can help by buying this book. Some of the verse here is from our beginnings and none of it is in order time wise, but it is all positive and we feel that you cannot help but be blessed. Come, enjoy our love with us and you will see why I love her like I do.

Sujets

• Dennis Wright
• Poetry

Informations

• Publié par: AuthorHouse
• Date de parution: 06 mars 2023
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9798823002622
• Langue: English

Extrait

DONNA MY REASON





Dennis Wright










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Published by AuthorHouse 03/02/2023

ISBN: 979-8-8230-0263-9 (sc)
ISBN: 979-8-8230-0262-2 (e)






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CONTENTS
Donna My Reason
9 Kids
A Dance
A Moment
A Red Bike
A Road Through The Misty Glade
A Tear For Two
Afterglow
Already
Angel
Angels
Argument
As It Seems
At The Reins
At The Temple
Awkward
Be You
Because Of You
Being Dad
Being Still True
Belonging
Blue Jay
Breathing
Brick
Canary
Child Of Labor
Chip And Dip
Company For Dinner
Cool Embrace
Crazy Driving
Daffodil Dancer
Dead Poet
Deer Dreams
Dilemma
Happy Mother’s Day One Day Late
Donna [Number 1,000,980,021]
Edging God Out
Emalina
Embrace The Obvious
End Of The Line
Enough
Escape From Self
Fine Wine
Flower
For You My Love
Frogs And Pickles
Getting Out
God’s Pride
Going To The Temple
Good Night
Happy Mothers Day
Have I Told You Today?
He Sees And Knows
Heartbreak
Hello Beautiful
Hero
His
Husband
I Saw Her Tonight
I Say It Again Today
I Want To Rhyme For You
It’s Only Me
In All The Realm
Isaiah
Joy
Keeping Promises
Lights
Little Boy In The Back Row
Living The Testimony
Lopsided Fires
Love In A Child
Love Story
Love
Make It Work
Making Her Happy
Making Love
Making The Cut
Marrying Your Best Friend
Martha
Meeting
Mobile Home Park
Morn
Motive
My Beautiful Eternal Wife
My Best
My Girl
My Wife,
Nature
Noble Mobile Sisters
Nuts
Oil
On The Porch
On The Road To You
One Flight Up
One More I Love You
Photograph
Pieces
Pink Eye In Both Eyes
Pirate
Places
Poet’s Dirge
Preaching Angry
Pure Joy
Removing The Hedge
Returning Anew To Zion
Room 104
Sailing The Open Sea
Sailing
Sake Of Art
She Loves Me
She Needs A Song
Sleeping Beauty
Sleeping In The Holiday
Sleeping Next To You
Special Needs
Takes A Minute
Talking To Joe
Tears Of Love
The Animal
The Baby Blessing
The Beauty Of More
The Bed
The Choice
The Day Of Do
The Due
The Flower
The Heart
The Model
The Money Tree
The Morning Son
The New Day
The Noisy Secret Gift
The Poet’s First Love
The Road
The Sail
The Sale
The Things That Poetry Can Buy
The Wedding
There
Thorn In The Flesh
To My Wife
Touch
Unsung
When You Know
When
Wince
Windows Of The Heart
Windy
With An I Do
With The Lights On
Without End
Yikes!
Young American Girl
You To Me
You, My Smile
Your Life


















This book is dedicated, of course,

to Donna, my wife, my life



DONNA MY REASON
This book that you hold in your hand is a tribute to one of creations finest masterpieces; my wife, my life, my Donna.
As the title states she is the reason that I have been able to be all the things that I used to only dream about. She is the reason that I now have 7 books published. She is the reason that I got the chance to live out my dream of being a state licensed contractor. She is the reason that I got to be a prom king at 46 years old. (She was elected Queen) She is the reason that I got to be blessed by being a husband. She is the reason that I have been able to hold on to my sobriety, through mental illness, for 25 years. She is the reason that I am living my dream as a drug and alcohol counselor in the beautifully pristine mountains near Lake Arrowhead, California. She is the reason that I will enter the Third Heaven. She is the reason that I have been able to walk into a Temple where only the proven righteous can go. She is the reason I still have all my hair. She is the reason that I love.
Donna has given birth to nine children, one at a time, and the two youngest stay the same age for four months each year. One, Evan, died in a swimming accident when he was five years old. Donna struggled for 10 years with an addiction that she overcame many years ago. She is one of the hardest working women I have ever met as you will be able to tell in some of the writings in this book. There is no way that I can picture her with a needle in her arm, but she did those things to herself.
These poems tell of our journey down many roads which have all led us to a closer relationship with each other. We are deeply committed to Jesus and have been members of several churches and are members now to a church that we believe in. Our path together has led us to where we are. If it had not been for this fantastic woman in my life I would never have known how to fully appreciate the simple pleasures that are by far the best. We sit at night by the fire and drink hot chocolate and cuddle even sixteen years later. We work at the same company where we minister together to Gods’ children that are recovering from addictions. The clients always state that we are an inspiration to them for the possibility that they too may be truly happy in a relationship one day.
Donnas’ full life story is coming out in another of my books very soon. That book is a novel about love and sobriety and how to live with both and not go insane. We have held on to our sanity for 16 years now as we raised up her 9 children. When I met her I was 45 years old and she was 33 and we made a deal to raise up the kids (two were still in diapers) and then we would go see the world. I started writing these love poems and it is now our hope that you will buy this book so we can finish living out the dream.
Relax and enjoy this tribute that I have put together for the love of my life. I think the most important thing about my wife and this book is that is shows that a woman who never finished the 10 th grade and who has the fortitude to overcome a massive drug habit, can not only win at life, but can become immortal in verse. I love you Donna, I know that this year I didn’t have much to give you for your birthday, I am hoping that this book will make up for it. Happy Birthday my love.



9 KIDS
There’s the alarm
Crimany, how many people are in this bed?
Just the two babies and us
Lights been on all night

Try to put my shoes on
Ouch, match box car
Can’t see the other shoe
Babies look funny with them on

Try to brush my teeth
Oh Poo, Poligrip on my brush
They must not have known the difference
Need another new brush
And another hiding place
They seem to like my brush

All the kids are awake
No room for me at the table
There goes spilled milk
Down my socks

Mom somehow found time to make my lunch
She’s a miracle with all this
She has time for each
Big ones help drink the coffee

One dollar in my pocket
They needed the milk money
And snack money

Finally all in school
Bubble gum stuck to the truck door
Glad it’s not in the carpet
Time to leave
There’s a noise
The sprinkler is shot
It was tied to the bumper

All day long my mind is on
Her and the kids
There is reason and purpose
To struggle through work
Lunchtime finds a water gun stashed in the lunch pail

A phone call
One of the teenagers is struggling
With the car payment
This job won’t cover it

At the end of the work day
I stop for treats
When I get home
I’ll be the hero again

Pull up to the house
There are 8 bikes in the driveway
Didn’t know we were having a party
Inside one of the preteens is giving away the juices
OK as long as it’s not wasted

I am the almost hero
Not enough treats to go around
It’s OK
They can learn to share

At dinner not all are home
We’ll have to save some extra

They all eventually arrive
This time it’s spilled Kool-Aid
Got lucky, missed me
Homework is a hassle with 3 and 4 at a time
Teachers base their stuff on 2 kids per household
They have no idea what they’re asking of mom and pops
We get as much done as possible
And send notes begging for understanding

It’s TV time
I have been watching cartoons for so long
They are now my preference

After TV comes bed and the fighting to stay awake
And stay out after curfew
It is all resolved the same way every night
Then it just keeps on changing

The bed right now is just mom and I
We say our prayers of thanks for anoth