Randy's Poetry Collection

Struggling to breath We walk slowly Hours later Balance restored Randy Roberts March 31, 2025

Holding her hand As the technician Draws blood For testing I feel happy About so many Choices That put me in that Space at that time To support My love Randy Roberts February 17, 2025

Being here by Her side as She struggles Is only hard when I focus on me Helping her take The next step Suddenly I am Happy to be a Supportive lover Randy Roberts March 31, 2025

I watch how she engages With the world With so much Respect and love And a fierceness to her Kindness that is Inspirational She is a force of goodness Unleashed upon all Lucky enough to be in Her path Randy Roberts March 30, 2025

Concern arising Slowly passing away My dear dealing with The human condition Randy Roberts March 31, 2025

She says I want to sit Outside on the Longest day of the year Please join me So I do We listen to the Cicadas singing and Watch the fireflies Blinking out their Messages to each other Arcturus becomes the First star I see tonight And point it out to My love She chats about childhood Memories of summertime As the cicadas draw a Close to their chorus And the fireflies slowly...

Cicadas singing Full moon rising Tree frogs join the chorus Fireflies lift off blinking We hold hands Watching the moonrise Hearing the song Flickering signals Soliciting our smiles Slowly strolling Diminutive distance Bungalow beckons Slumber soon Randy Roberts 2025-07-09

Stunning vision Huge thunderhead Miles high And many miles away Lit bright white Turns pink Red Orange Rust And fades to Purple Gray No longer visible The NWS radar Indicates it still there Creeping across the landscape Heading our way Randy Roberts 2025-07-08

Light rain making Soft sounds on our Umbrella as we Stroll so slowly down the Path to the river The air is warm and sticky You rest hand on my arm I know you dislike how my Sweat feels in your hand But you are Focused elsewhere As you do when a Migraine is present The light rain is soft So unusual for here We look over the river The wild churning water...

Cathy says, I’m going to lay down It’s noon on Thursday Cathy doesn’t take naps She abhors naps And yet here she is lying down to nap I tuck her in I bless her I press my face to hers She thanks me I walk into the kitchen and Burst into tears Sobbing and crying My love is not well And I am sad Randy Roberts September 5, 2024