I saw everything I needed to know in that one look.
The steps we take always lead back, and I'm calm.
Folded blanket stacked neatly as a reminder,
You must push, for my leaded feet won't budge
How many times must I look back? To remember, when
the best things are always the ones to come.
I am building our home, and soon it will be finished.
The peace from two heads on a pillow in reverie.
His hand: bigger and stronger, dextrous and able
covers the two hands holding on, against the struggles,
of this life.
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"How many times must I look back? To remember, when the best things are always the ones to come."
ReplyDeleteWOW!!!! Man that's good stuff!!!