We spent the longest night
drinking cold beer
and eating barbeque,
as the sun faded
into nursery colors,
puffs of pink
and streaks of blue.
Times like this
I forget the impossible days,
and the fact that we
have never had kids
seems less like a failure,
then an outcome.
It gets late,
but it doesn’t get dark
and we talk about
our dreams,
and our fears,
and tell jokes.
Yes,
we still dream.
Yes,
we are still afraid.
Yes,
we still each think
the other is hilarious.
There is more to this life
than what is obvious
for those
who break the surface.
Finally,
you get cold,
and the mosquitoes
finally overcome
even my stubbornness,
and we
head back inside.
We have faced so much,
and I am ready
to face what’s next.
With you,
I feel whole,
all the purpose,
I have ever prayed for.
HG – 2021
I like it. Well crafted poem.
Thank you very much!
Welcome 🤗
Oh Hokus that is one sweet write. I enjoyed that love letter very much. Have an amazing Saturday. Watch out for the mosquito 🦟. ❤️❤️ Joni
Thank you. You are too kind.
You are so welcome, I just say what I believe Hokus. Have an amazing weekend. Joni