45

 

And The gray in your beard

And at your temples, 

maps the life we blazed.

Four sons trekking alongside us, 

and our daughter in heaven, waiting for us.

 

We’re planted here

On singing wood lane

Where the roof is sagging

And the floors are topsy turvy, 

But the sun shines  in the windows 

as we home educate our boys.

27 years I waited for the gift of you, 

and your promise 

of faithfulness and forever. 

I’m still hooked. 

Always will be.

Your eyes locked on mine

In the summer of 2005

And I knew. That very first instant,

That you were home to me

I love you falls short.

I’ve loved you when c-sections

ripped me apart, 

And you smiled and promised me

that my organs weren’t pulled out

While our sons were fished out of me.

I’ve loved you since we sold one home,

Rented another, and another, and another

Before landing on Singing Wood.

we’ve survived a 40 foot fall and a car crash

That should have taken you.

We’ve buried dogs and built an ebenezer, had four sons- four men growing at light speed, readying to take flight and leave. 

They’re our greatest accomplishment,

Our dragon slayers growing strong 

In times of peace. 

To say I love you,

That I’m thankful you were born-

Falls short.

I know 

that before the foundations of the earth were laid

You were mine.

Our souls were made one

And all the time before 

we found each other, 

Was merely our attempt 

to find our way home.