- Books, Literature, and Writing
I once pleasured in learning your favorite foods,
Your personal colors of choice,
Those silly sides, smiles and secretive moods,
And believing in that artistic voice.
I knew you better and years became decades
As we weathered many storms.
Solace comes, it ebbs, and mystery then pervades.
Growth is knowledge, experience thus transforms.
We danced on clouds of precious air,
Wonderful times truly entered and flowed.
Life and dreams could never compare
The cup of happiness always overflowed.
Even when those few times the dice
Tossed us threadbare and meatless soup
All it took was steady, untimely sacrifice
And sensibility made us regroup.
Our mirror gave us the yearly truth,
But aging really mattered not.
We kissed goodbye wondrous youth
And replaced it with what time forgot.
Good times still came and went
And your beauty still overflowed.
That experience always will represent
How former whirlwind days subtly slowed.
Each holiday was still met with passion,
And occasionally one went by the wayside.
Though you medicated your depression
Your eyes would always gently confide.
Even though now you don’t know me
I still remember that promise I made.
There was never a cut and dry guarantee
That this chosen life could ever dissuade.
I will always tend to your every need
And fulfill those promises from years ago.
With every iota in me, I will always concede
My vows are solemn and apropos.
And when your final breath comes
I will know in my heart
That tradition never succumbs
And only through death do we part.
© 2015 Deb Hirt