Abusive Monster

He pursued her unmercifully state to state
After she ran away from his physical abuse.
He kept her in a state of nonstop panic,
The monster that he had become or always was.
She bought a gun, kept it under her pillow.
She never needed the gun for self defense.
Fortunately he died in a road rage argument.
He drew the gun he planned to kill her with
On an quick draw off duty police officer,
Who shot him to death on highway 99.
No tears fell for this abusive monster,
Except tears of grateful relief
When she learned he was dead.

Bob Boyd

Done with It

Tired of going to doctors
Done with taking all those pills
Sick of all the medical bills
That arrived almost everyday
He made the hard decision
To let nature have its way
Stopped all the medical
Savored the freedom
From doctors and pills
And the never ending bills
Died peacefully a week later

Bob Boyd

Red Shirt

Kayleen always loved my red shirt,
The one she bought me for my birthday.
I didn’t like the shirt but never told her so.
I wore it just for her expressed delight.
You do things like this for the one you love.
Since she passed away two years ago
From a fast moving colon cancer,
I wear that red shirt more often now
It reminds me of the love she had for me.

Bob Boyd