Trucker's Wife

When I hear your truck pull in,
my frown turns into a grin.
The days of babies and bottles and poop
melt from my mind, like so much goop.

The smell of diesel and oil and dust
remind me that now it's just the two of us.
One woman and her man,
lovingly, we join hands.

As we walk into the house,
you step on a squeaky mouse
and laugh as I say,
"That's right, baby, it's time to play."

Into the shower we run,
to wash away the grime and grunge.
Squeaky clean,
we make the bed springs sing.

As we drift off to sleep,
I pray for God to keep
you safe on the road,
'till you again return to our abode.