Thank God for Another Year!
I never get tired of seeing this picture. That quiet smile, those knowing eyes. Thank you, God, for giving me another year with this daughter of yours. Help us continue to grow in your sight, and never let us forget how far you’ve brought us already.
He liked to look at her always
For she had fire inside her.
So he’d stare
And she’d smile
And stare back.
Hours would they spend that way,
At the rosy glow that came from her
At the flames that leapt from her eyes
At the way her violet ribbon held her brown hair;
By the life in him
By the warm hold of his hand
By the love he had for her.
When they were young
They’d sit in the gazebo in the garden
Roses and violets all around.
His favorite time was twilight
Because the sky would be deep deep blue
And a perfect compliment to her glow.
Her favorite time was midday
(For she was a fiery one)
Because every detail was clear
And the sun would glint off his hair and his eyes.
When they were old
They’d sit on the porch of their house
Grey heads held high and still
Until the lights inside the house
Spread yellow patterns outside.
When they died
Their graves were side by side
And roses and violets covered them
And into the night.