A child born
creation by hands of two
after the I do’s
held together with fragile threads
stitched through the winds of change and time.
Years pass in the blink of an eye
quickly like a hummingbirds wing
the moments flit by almost invisible
and recalled in sweet and sorrowful memories.
Half a century almost gone
and voices on lines quiver in a fear
of days to come
but they approach with or without our permission
and we stand helpless to stop the nature
of the progression of life.
Thoughts of strength sent across the universe,
a breath in and out filled with
trepidation and positiveness,
though both do not compliment each other
in an all or nothing thought,
the belief to know that good will come
manifested in thoughts
yet still wavering a bit.
A hundred flowers of beauty I see
stitched with the delicate thread
wound in and out like the lives we lead
as we struggle to know and believe
in outcomes that suspend
our lives a bit longer,
that seek to show
our love a bit stronger,
and a tear of joy shed
when they say it is all good
you may go home now.