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.