Tax time: A poem.

April is coming, that’s tax time.
So I recently sat down to finish mine.

Sure, I’ll give “the man” what’s due.
We all should, including you.

My computer fired up, my spirits spiraled down.
“I owe how much?” I asked with a frown!

Sad trombone is what I think I heard.
Why do they want so much of what I earned?

To fix the roads. To fix healthcare.
OK, OK, you got me there.

I filled out the lines, line after line,
Then I felt a tickle, and not the good kind.

I began to sweat and feel hot.
I knew right away what it was and was not.

It wasn’t nerves, nor temperature or gas.
Ol’ man winter was here to kick my …butt.

I haven’t had a cold in many moons
But now I guess my time was due.

Day one seemed to last forever
with a throat like new sandpaper.

Day two was a lot like day one
but add in a fever, lots of fun!

Today is day three, a cough and some sniffles.
That tickle never lead to any giggles.

Yet it’s funny that taxes made me sick.
“Wait,” you say, “not so quick!”

I know, I know, I probably shouldn’t blame taxes
But that’s the story I’ll be telling to the masses.

-Out of the Wilderness

PS. I actually do have some gas.


Late Night Cable (Goodbye)

He said goodbye without saying it exactly.
But that’s definitely what she heard.
It was all in the way he acted.
Blaming as if the fault was hers.

Having control must be such a high.
That’s all she can figure.
So instead of trying last night
she wrote on one of her favorite pictures.

She bought some time on late night cable
And for thirty minutes straight
Was the picture of him sitting at a table
With the words “Goodbye cheater! Good luck getting a date.”

She said goodbye, she said it exactly.
And that’s definitely what he heard.
It’s all in the way she acted.
Laughing as if the fault was hers.

He Who Does Not Know

You think you’ve missed out.
Looking back as if you made the grandest of mistakes
when you were sure without a doubt
that what you needed was a break.

A good chance for love,
perhaps the only one you’ve got.
You were sure it wasn’t enough,
the diamond you called a rock.

What you’ve learned from then to now,
is that what’s got you down?
Or is that you don’t know how
you can live in the same town?

You tell me everything you see
from the sky to the street
reminds you of her beauty
and no one can compete.

Many people have left looking for more
only to find more of the same.
It will get better, I’ve been there before.
Soon you won’t have to play the game anymore.

There’s much more you deserve
a better and more fitting match.
Especially if the only thing you liked about her
is that she liked you back.

So sure, what you miss right now
was a chance at something good.
But it’s not over, not even close.
Your dream will come true, like we hoped it would.

Hold on a little longer, just a little longer.
She’s waiting in the wings.

You Make Me Want To Be A Mom

You were the one He was waiting for.
An adventurous person,
content to follow His urging to become a mother of four.

From Key West to Key West,
miles and years between.
Shannon, Erin, Nathan and I know you’re the best,
the best Mom we’ve ever seen.

When I think about trust, faith, and living free,
shelter, confidence and Grace,
there is in my heart a restricted place
for the one that showed these things to me.

I love being an uncle, I love being a brother.
But most of all, I love that you’re my mother.

It’s unfair, only we can call you that.
But what a thrill, what a thrill!! to be your son.
You’ve set our lives on an amazing track
and the adventure isn’t done.

I can love sports and love my dog.
I can love the Lord and love my job.
I can love Tennessee and love beaches.
I suppose there’s no limit to where love reaches.

But of all that’s in my heart;
like passion, hope, truth and fire,
there will always be a place set apart
for the adventurer, teacher, the one that makes me want to be a mom,
Terry Davis Wilder.

Happy Mother’s Day, I love you!

August 1981 (from left to right: Mom, Erin, Shannon, Nathan, Ben)