In Debra's Kitchen - Selected Poems by Debra Lee Cathcart
Virtue is a product of compromise,
The vexing vein of self-restraint
Virtue is born of discussion when
You know you won’t go back again.
Upon your word and nor your life
That life alone now filled with rife
And awful dreams and nightmares when
Your life was short and memory brief.
My life now long, and sometimes much
Too long for me to even touch.
I haven’t now but two, but four
My efforts cannot be ignored.
I pray each night that we shall stay
Within our arms and safe we’ll sleep
Our life now entwined in such a way
I’ll sleep my love, so soft and deep.