Sometimes a woman
Is without a man,
To hold her tight,
And tell her she can.
But I know some things,
That you need to know,
Sometimes its best,
Just to let them go.
To wash your heart clean,
Build a nest with a view,
Of a new life awaiting,
His blessing for you.
It’s time to make room,
For somebody new,
Invite the unexpected,
Like a fresh morning dew.
For the one who comes next,
Will hold your hand at night,
Sit the front porch deck,
Scare away your fright.
Change the sheets my girl,
Make a brand new bed,
Face your eyes to the world,
To another you’re led.
Ronald Whetsell's Creative Writing and Poetry Blog 