Her Love, His All
There’s quiet company in those early morning hours
When mom wants to sleep in and then take a shower.
Her presence is all he needs, her existence is enough
With tears in his eyes he thought he was made of tougher stuff.
As he looks into her eyes, he knows he would do anything for her.
And as she looks into his eyes, she knows he would do anything for her.
She listens to the story, in his lap clutching one thumb
And in those tired green eyes she sees what is to come.
There will be frustration and shouts directed her way
At the mercy of one whose mood changes day by day.
She’ll feel hunger and fear and pain like never before
Feelings she’s never felt will invade unasked for.
But it’s not all bad; great things will occur
There’s good ahead with the one holding her.
The kisses on her head, the arms holding her tight
The whispered assurances that everything is alright.
There’s learning to eat and bath time fun
There’s dips in the pool enjoying summer sun.
There’s trips to the park and making first friends
There’s pulling puppy’s tail and then making amends.
There’s blocks, and books, and puzzles, and so much more
There’s a whole world of adventure just waiting to explore.
Mommy opens the door to find both are fast asleep
Eyes are closed, faces calm, breathing slow and deep.
Both have looked the other over and now they clearly see
That being together is the best thing they could be.
Dedicated to Margo