I love the one who,
when I drive at night
with head lights bright, lighting
tree tops and Orions belt,
whose mind is my personal GPS,
who always knows where she is in line,
always arrives on time,
what’s for supper next Thursday night,
who will be sitting on my right,
when I need a tissue,
(she has ten in her purse, always).
With it will come the question,
“Want a mint?”
She will hand me two and when I finish them,
She will lean over from her seat
to kiss me on my cheek.