Our Man Poem by Marie WardAlonge

He stands in the wake of making what's wrong right.
He is a man of essence, unconventional wisdom-strong family convictions.
Those around him strive to do better.
He is our inspiration.
We have him-no need for disappointments.

Somehow, we slip.
Oh my, we anticipate but wait for his methodical words.
They are undaunted, firm not to be misunderstood.
We dare not interrupt.
Softly, wisdom is spoken.
We breathe new life.

He wears many hats-a father, an uncle, a brother, a son, a guardian, a worker, and once, my lover.
He carries many hearts.
We bid for his time, his words, and for some, his love.
For the latter, it runs so deeply.
We all know he is a special kind of man.
He's our man.