Here is another poem I wrote. This was for my wife; I wrote it in 2007. The Figurehead I am my true love's head, but she the neck: The crown of Christ's authority I wear. But she, by will or whimsy, doth direct All motions of the crown, the head, the hair. That God created man a quadruped, Beloved brother Gilbert taught us well! But which shall be the tail, and which the head? And how to steer this monster, who can tell? To all her wifely wisdom, I submit. But, is such abdication not unjust? How so, if I employ her sense and wit? If in my love my heart doth safely trust? May God, by Whose great wisdom we were wed, Have mercy upon me, a figurehead. © 2007, Paul W. Erlandson