Waiting for my wife.
I don’t think I’ve been here yet
For more than half my life.
This one seems a little longer
Than the stop we made before.
But I’m quite sure it’s only been
One or two days more.
It’s fun to see the seasons change,
To watch the flowers grow.
Soon the pumpkins will come down,
Then Christmas lights will glow.
But I sit here patiently
As she fingers every swatch.
It’s good I brought along an extra
Battery for my watch.
I brought along some bookwork.
I finished up my tax.
I’ll still make the deadline
If I send it off by fax.
I’m sure there is new merchandise
She has never seen before.
Even though to me it looks
Like every other store.
I know more things than shopping
Come into the mix.
It’s more than checking every bolt
To get a cotton fix.
She needs to meet with other gals
Who share the same affliction.
Except that this group therapy
Helps promote addiction.
Here she comes with half a bolt
And an extra quarter,
A rotary cutter, yellow thread,
Some piping for a border.
I help her load her packages,
I ask if she had fun.
I say that we should head for home
If she is sure that she is done.
“Just because it’s on the way
Let’s hit the John Deere store.
I know that it will only take
A couple minutes more.”