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Who am I?

I am the person who...

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The Poem

The poem started out as a fairly simple compliment that was written from Sandi's perspective, using her 'voice', which I'd hoped would convey the understanding I so easily leave behind in the hum drum of life. It quickly developed and morphed into a complex re-interpretation of Sandi's Flying Man piece (specifically the figurines), as photographs and layout options exploaded in my imagination.


The poem hopefully has a quirky lilt and complex rhyme, like our relationship.

Who am I?


I am the person who self commits each day

even though busy along the way,
you return each night to home fires lit.

I am the person in the garden you designed
realising dreams and home-grown dined
from head to table via the garden.

I am the person who loves hiking with you,
even when exhausted, scratched or bruised,
they're sacrifices more to our liking.

I am the person who is endlessly asking you
what plant is this, what's there in the view
always a joy to share what I see.

I am the person who exclaims at your photos
flowers, vistas and my handsome boy flow
millions of memories there to reclaim.

I am the person who laughs at your jokes
some not funny, others need soap
but they still cause me to laugh.

I am the person who waits at breakfast
even when sleep, continues to last
my hunger is making me wait.

I am the person who's ready to engage
even when ignored, sometimes delayed,
hope is keeping me steady.

I am the person who makes, mends and cleans...

I am the person that gets under your skin
together the duet we continue to sing
and angels left behind where we'd blunder.

I am the person at the end of your hand,
hold on tight, continue to pray and
hope we're together at the end.

I am the person who is looking at you
through the lens and years too few
I never get tired of looking.

I am the person who encourages all your plans
even when I can't lend a hand
brainstorming and dreaming our mind rages.

I am the person who sleeping lets you keep
though the dawn chorus calling to deep
I weeping and creeping and ending your sleeping.

I am the person who loves you more than you'll know
no book contains the fullness of my glow
they've reached their end, but I've always more.