All She Needs Poem by david lessard

I, for one, hope that she doesn't,
what kind of life is that for her?
she doesn't need the abuse of power,
all she needs...is to hear a kitten purr.

she doesn't need the grief or aggravation,
she doesn't need the silent killer...stress -
her mind will be the target she will face,
all she needs...is the feel of a silken dress.

I pray that she will live for herself alone,
not for thousands that clamor for her time -
she was hurt badly once, that's enough,
all she needs...is the desert and sunshine.

she doesn't need to wrack her brain for answers,
she doesn't need to scarifice her precious life -
leave her be, let the media find someone else,
all she needs...is to be a lovely, loving wife.

I, for one, feel that she has had, her full of hurt,
I sincerely hope, that she will just retire -
and spend her Tucson days with her husband, Mark,
enjoying winter evenings, with him,
before a fading fire.