For Joey

The vibration of the engine,
Tells me he is home,
It's been a long week for him,
And he has been alone.
Hands worn hard by a days hard work,
Short with his replies,
Tell me that he's glad to be home,
I see it in his eyes.
Drops his bags by the door,
I know he's tired and weak.,
It's been a hectic day, it's been a crazy week....
The dogs are barking,
The kids ramble on
And I tell him what's going on,
He misses so very much away,
I know he hates to be gone.
The life we have is simple,
We survived some awful times,
Typical marriage stuff
.......Finding balance and drawing lines.
I'm grateful for the really good days,
And detest the bad ones with spite,
I hate a weekend filled with anger,
Or when we fuss and fight.
Coffee is better on Saturdays
And the couch has room for two,
In the colder months we relax all day,
There's nothing we need to do.
The vibration of the engine,
Tells me he has to go,
Another week out of town,
I know he loves us so!
He will call when he gets settled,
But we will keep it short and brief,
It's hard for him to be away...
It's hard for him to leave.