http://www.poemsformywife.com/ Tom Ortega's poetry for his wife. en-us Hand made Fri, 21 Oct 2011 05:00:00 GMT Fri, 21 Oct 2011 05:00:00 GMT tom@poemsformywife.com (Tom Ortega) tom@poemsformywife.com (Tom Ortega) http://www.poemsformywife.com/pfmw/index.cfm?poem_id=604 A poem about how glad I am to have Ali. and wonder inside,
"How come this beauty
stands here at my side?"

I lean in to kiss
your succulent lips
and to throw my arms
around your soft hips.

I look in your eyes
and see the bright light
as you try so hard
to live each day right.

I hope you know that
you make me happy,
even when broke toes
make me feel crappy.

I'm still not sure why
God gave you to me,
but if you were gone,
life would cease to be.

©2011 Tom Ortega II ]]> Fri, 21 Oct 2011 05:00:00 GMT http://www.poemsformywife.com/pfmw/index.cfm?poem_id=604 http://www.poemsformywife.com/pfmw/index.cfm?poem_id=603 A poem about your beauty with hair disarray,
"You're beautiful, Love"
is what I will say.

When you are pregnant
and don't feel so small,
"You're beautiful, Love"
That's it and that's all.

When your diet fails
and you start again.
"You're beautiful, Love"
I'll say to you then.

When you're old someday,
look in the mirror.
"You're beautiful, Love"
is all you will hear.

©2011 Tom Ortega II ]]> Thu, 31 Mar 2011 05:00:00 GMT http://www.poemsformywife.com/pfmw/index.cfm?poem_id=603 http://www.poemsformywife.com/pfmw/index.cfm?poem_id=602 A poem to celebrate our ninth wedding anniversary. as I sit and think,
nine years have flown by
in all but a blink.

It has been nine years,
since we said, "I do."
And today I am
more in love with you.

Within those nine years,
we have grown so much,
but I still will melt
at your slightest touch.

Inside of nine years,
we had our two boys,
who fill our lives with
much laughter and noise.

Each day of those years,
I've thanked God above
for giving me you
to hold and to love.


©2010 Tom Ortega II ]]> Wed, 22 Sep 2010 05:00:00 GMT http://www.poemsformywife.com/pfmw/index.cfm?poem_id=602 http://www.poemsformywife.com/pfmw/index.cfm?poem_id=601 A poem about how it's almost been a year since my last poem. but I'm still here
and my love for you grows stronger.
Everyday,
in some small way,
my thoughts of you linger longer.

During the week,
we rarely speak
since I am a few states away.
But in my mind
is where you'll find
visions of you and me at play.

I love you so,
this you must know,
more than any person on earth.
For without you,
to help me through,
my existence would have no worth.

©2010 Tom Ortega II ]]> Fri, 09 Jul 2010 05:00:00 GMT http://www.poemsformywife.com/pfmw/index.cfm?poem_id=601 http://www.poemsformywife.com/pfmw/index.cfm?poem_id=600 A poem about how it's almost been a year since my last poem. but I'm still here
and my love for you grows stronger.
Everyday,
in some small way,
my thoughts of you linger longer.

During the week,
we rarely speak
since I am a few states away.
But in my mind
is where you'll find
visions of you and me at play.

I love you so,
this you must know,
more than any person on earth.
For without you,
to help me through,
my existence would have no worth.

©2009 Tom Ortega II ]]> Sat, 18 Jul 2009 05:00:00 GMT http://www.poemsformywife.com/pfmw/index.cfm?poem_id=600 http://www.poemsformywife.com/pfmw/index.cfm?poem_id=599 A poem about Rich's Birthday dinner at Olive Garden so boy was I glad
we received word 'bout
the plans to be had.

For your dad's birthday,
your sisters schemed up
new plans for dinner
and us to show up.

I know you were sad
for you had cooked much,
thinking they'd all come
for dinner and such.

But I must admit,
dinner was quite fun
and the veggie count
on my plate was none!

©2009 Tom Ortega II ]]> Fri, 17 Jul 2009 05:00:00 GMT http://www.poemsformywife.com/pfmw/index.cfm?poem_id=599 http://www.poemsformywife.com/pfmw/index.cfm?poem_id=598 A poem about how I feel at times that I am in love,
that I've been blessed with
a gift from above.

At times, I don't see
the world as I "should",
but spend too much time
wrapped up in the "could".

At times, I create
a world for myself,
where I am alone,
left all by myself.

At times, I pretend
things aren't as they are
and then in my mind
I take things too far.

Eventually,
I awake and see
that my one true love
is always with me.

©2009 Tom Ortega II ]]> Thu, 16 Jul 2009 05:00:00 GMT http://www.poemsformywife.com/pfmw/index.cfm?poem_id=598 http://www.poemsformywife.com/pfmw/index.cfm?poem_id=597 A poem about how the boys love to eat out they love to eat out.
Of this fact, I'm sure
and there is no doubt.

It doesn't matter
to them where we eat
for each trip for them
is a special treat.

They like the fact that
others are around
and many options
for food are abound.

So I can't blame them
when they say, "Let's go!",
because we'll have fun
where ever we go.


©2009 Tom Ortega II ]]> Wed, 15 Jul 2009 05:00:00 GMT http://www.poemsformywife.com/pfmw/index.cfm?poem_id=597 http://www.poemsformywife.com/pfmw/index.cfm?poem_id=596 A poem about my toe hurting don't cause too much pain,
a blessing for which
I cannot complain.

This one is different;
it hurts quite a lot,
which is a bummer
for, pain, I like not.

The pain will pass soon
of this I am sure.
I just hope this time
that we've found the cure.

©2009 Tom Ortega II ]]> Tue, 14 Jul 2009 05:00:00 GMT http://www.poemsformywife.com/pfmw/index.cfm?poem_id=596 http://www.poemsformywife.com/pfmw/index.cfm?poem_id=595 A poem about hopefully the last treatment on my toe this is the last time
that he'll have to treat
this toe wart of mine.

He used "Beatlejuice"
and bandaged it up.
I asked if it'd hurt
and he answered, "Yup."

I left the office
and headed on home,
for with a bad toe
one simply can't roam.

I hope this is it
that it's finally dead,
for this toe's become
a thing that I dread.

©2009 Tom Ortega II ]]> Mon, 13 Jul 2009 05:00:00 GMT http://www.poemsformywife.com/pfmw/index.cfm?poem_id=595