I ask of little in the morning but for you,

On day six and seven it’s just us two,

Sitting with me in the hot tub I so need,

It is of your love that I have my daily feed,

Your legs rubbing mine is my awakening,

It’s so very sexy and makes my loins sing,

I have needs in the morning from you,

I can hardly move so I need your help too,

I kept waiting for my flashlights return,

From years of waiting for you I did learn,

I am often forgotten as you flutter about,

Talking to others so they don’t also pout,

I beg of you please return unto me,

I hope you will soon read my text plea,

My kidneys hurt and my broken back too,

I hate to ask, please return, I need you,

I feel a burden too often but I am cute,

You’ve said of me there is no substitute,

I need the light to prevent that I boil,

Bring to me the light and boil I will foil,

I can’t see the control any other way,

To see you again will make my day.

The end, I love you baby.  Pat

I awoke this morning but I didn’t really want to,

An ugly little dog repeatedly barked right on cue,

As it continued I wondered why it would do that,

Maybe for a treat explaining why it’s so very fat,

It’s most likely spoiled and Fatty does as it pleases,

It’s master or slave comes running if Fatty sneezes,

A smaller fat dog stood by, I guess as bark back up,

These dogs are yappers, both brains fit in one cup,

Now, I’m not one that wakes to insult dogs of breed,

But the yapper breed lives by but one barking creed,

Perhaps if the unmerciful barking goes on all day,

I’ll find a noose and see what “slave” has to say,

Now my niece is a wonderful beautiful loving me child,

But her forever yapping dog is driving me totally wild,

And anyone, though rare, that loves me I should keep,

But if “it” tests my will not to “kill,” I may start to weep,

I’m very good at kill so I hope Fatty doesn’t test my will,

Sadism isn’t my trait but I did imagine one act of thrill,

In a bark-nightmare my boot is against Fatty’s fat head,

It thrilled me as I pulled out it’s tongue until near dead,

How did I dream with the bark from hell in rhythmic beat,

To be honest I think, perhaps I hallucinated in my defeat,

I have done so when weak and standing at death’s door,

It comes to a man when his body just can’t take anymore,

I may purchase or borrow a shock collar and stand by,

If Fatty continues to bark after shocking, I may start to cry,

The fat little dog may be blind or just too stupid to know,

I was ignored by Fatty dog as I yelled at it a short while ago,

As sanity departs my mind I have to ask anyone why,

Does a fatty dog eternally bark just to make me cry,

Patti’s desire to be sweet and loving to all is in play,

Because I love her so I’ve taped my mouth for the day,

An insult or two is riding the tip of my tongue today,

Words riding like a surfboard on the tip with lots to say

Ready to burst forth in but a bark of the last bark heard,

I hope dogs understand “bark” as a dog universal word,

If so Fatty dog just close your eyes and let me say,

Bark, bark, and more bark every other second today,

Yep, that’s bark, bark, bark, right back at Fatty, bark you,

Bark, bark, bark, I promise to bark at you, right on bark cue.

The barking end, by barking Pat with bark to all.

King family disclaimer:

(The King family does not condone violence or acts

of cruelty to sweet little animals, we have had Pat

tested for rabies and tranquilized him so he can sleep)

Today I had an emotional response that amazed my soul,

It was so unexpected as I made headway on my workday goal,

The emails come in from businesses and those selling wares,

This particular email had but a word for anyone that cares,

Contained in all the emails I saw “daddy” in one just for me,

“Daddy” followed by my email address set my worries free,

The title Daddy means more than president or CEO ever could,

As I was suddenly overwhelmed with memories there she stood,

I could see the sweet little girl riding home with me long ago,

I regret that I was so engrossed in my work that I traveled so,

How much better could my relationship be had I been home,

I pray she and my son know working hard was all I had known,

Reality struck home when I was told I was gravely ill to soon die,

It wasn’t for myself that I cried, it was lost time with them I’d cry,

And for her, my wonderful wife, I regretted every moment away,

As I reviewed my life with her in my arms I started to again pray,

My life has been nothing but blessing no matter how much I have pain,

Abused at war beyond recognition, I left my body but prayed to remain,

To be with Patti I would endure anything and God gave a near cure,

Not a cure but an existence in pain is worth every minute I assure,

To be blessed with children that for some reason love me and care,

Perhaps it’s their mother’s influence that placed the love for me there,

We have moved to follow my career so many times I can’t track it all,

They never complained to me as I’ve wondered did Patti take the fall,

The trips through the mountains of Colorado meant so much to me,

Playing volleyball in the hot tub with just our little fun loving family,

They brought so much joy to my heart as I started to realize I was ill,

Soon the many doctors trips brought confusion and pill after pill,

Heart attacks, gall bladder surgery, encephalitis, stomach surgery,

The list goes on, papillotomies, and liver embolizations times three,

Never once did I despair or feel the end was near as I’ve done too much,

I survived cruelties of war from but a photo and memories of her touch,

At my side they were as bankruptcy came because I couldn’t work,

My poor little angel had to take anything even working as a clerk,

Yet we rebuilt as a family and after college our children came home,

This time I would shower them with love and my how time has flown,

Now my son and I are approaching twenty years working together,

I have realized so much about him, his intelligence and how clever,

And beautiful Susan, bless her little Crohn’s riddled body I so love,

Oh how many times I have prayed for help for her to our Lord above,

Yet her attitude is positive and through it all she gave birth twice,

My son and his wife have given me two, all of them treat me so nice,

Both have married well in that their spouses are endeared to them,

They are loved in return and none have done anything on a whim,

“Daddy,” the word seemed impossible as I look back on my life,

But I should realize the impossible happens when I look at my wife,

I am loved more than I deserve by everyone that’s in my surround,

I am in heaven, my life prediction should have been “heaven bound.”

The end, by Pat.  I love you all of you.

You pull me into a shelter though unseen so strong,

With a whisper you lovingly say, “this is where I belong,”

And I have tried to breathe in air that has been in you,

It’s one of the silly little things I’ve been known to do,

Your beautiful eyes open to world that I feel is my own,

Within your view there is a warmth only I have known,

When transfixed within your eyes I’m enraptured of you,

Of you there is a portal of incredible ecstasy I enter into,

Every day multiple moments of spellbound wonder occur,

As you open the door to enter my space I enter your wonder,

The wonder of you is not to be described with words known,

So many things become treasured memories of gold I own,

As we look into each other’s eyes I open my mind for entry,

In hopes that someday you can witness the love within me,

At night as you lay upon my chest I feel the earth slip away,

Entwined we are a vessel of love sailing love’s passageway,

I am so worn I’ve become rust yet near you for gold I lust,

You are treasure of gold, somehow you remove time’s crust,

When spellbound wonder has occurred I’ve lingered there,

Deep in thoughts of little things such as the smell of your hair,

Yes I have lingered behind with reason of you I am behind,

Those things of you are golden memories held in my mind,

Memories of you are held dear and I retrieve some each day,

It’s important that each day I treasure our past in some way,

At times to others I seem to have set sail to another place,

I will return quickly energized in heart and mind by your face,

Those are things I do that so many people don’t understand,

Such as how an old man loses years at the touch of your hand,

My heart takes flight each time you smile at me through the day,

People say my facial response is of love but without a word I say,

If cute can be found in anything I do, I try to remember it for you,

I reenact it again for you, I’m so in love it’s one of the things I do.

The end, by Pat for Patti.

I love you my beautiful little girl

Worry in my heart grows in bounds as I hold you near,

We watched over the city lights as I held you so dear,

Keep me in your heart to remember and I will be here,

With you in my heart maybe I can deal with war’s fear,

I’ve learned that when with you I’m not good at goodbyes,

My will is fading to hold back tears, I’m not one who cries,

Hold my hand just a little longer while I look into your eyes,

I will be here once more I promise, I’m not one who lies,

For more than a year I’ve trained hard to make me strong,

My heart has told me for years, with you is where I belong,

But if I ran from the draft like a dodger it would be wrong,

My heart will cry out for you as I listen to every love song,

Hold me in your heart as tight as you hold my hand tonight,

I will keep you inside of me as I enter the hell of war’s fight,

Hold my hand just a little longer before we kiss goodnight,

I will be here I promise to again hold you in the moonlight,

Take one last look at me my angel I may not return the same,

I pray you will love me if I should return home lucky but lame,

The battle I must enter is not a local high school football game,

I will return I promise, I will return to ask you to take my name,

Absorb the smell of tonight and every sound that you can hear,

I’ll remember your essence my angel as I hold your photo near,

Memories of the sounds or odors are a bridge to bring me here,

I will be here when you need me, you see…..I love you my dear.

For Patti, I love you.  Written July 28, 1968

I now ask beautiful little server of food,

Who is under appreciated by our brood,

Often I am the “guiltmaster” to beyond,

I’m sorry, my angel, of whom I’m fond,

Many times gratefulness doesn’t show,

At this moment I wish thank you’s to flow,

Hoover Dam filled with gratitude galore,

Filled to maximum and shore to shore,

Would be but a drop of your deserving,

But it’s lunch and I must ask for serving,

Peppered turkey with cheese is so tasty,

You must leave so you have to be hasty,

Along with the food bring a touch of love,

You are my desert from heaven above,

I love you, I hope my gratitude will show,

Rupture the dam so all gratitude will flow,

Forever I’m indebted to she that raised me up,

I am blessed to share love from your little cup.

The end, I love you baby.  By Pat for Patti