I just wrote a poem/song about my friend Daniel's wife.

I call it Jennifer.

Workin the night shift, at the Frito Lay.

Missing my man, the way we used to play.

Our schedules collide, no time to lay.

Maybe the moment, will be today.

Two different homes, lonely miles apart.

Trying to connect, make it real again.

Rushing to him, need a new start.

Trying to figure out, who the hell I am.

Our family's are scattered, everywhere.

The children have barely met.

His parents are alive, but not there.

And life with him is a bet...

I did the surgery, lost the weight.

Now I think, I'm looking good.

Hope my man, will lose his hate.

Have a family, as we should.