Wading Water


Each morning as I wake my first thoughts are of you,

I look to find you as its the first thing I always do,

 

I promise myself each day to be a better man,

It’s not for others but for you to be the best I can,

 

So many times I fail you although you don’t see,

The things you fail to see comes from you loving me,

 

Thank you for loving me as I will recommit my goal,

I will succeed in redeeming myself for you and my soul,

 

Each moment I stand at your side I do so with pride,

Although I’m near seventy I still see you as my bride,

 

Time is akin to flowing water as it flows to never end,

A difference is time flows straight and will never bend,

 

As time ‘n’ water flows beneath the bridge we watch it below,

I prefer wading the water in depth so each moment I know,

 

Each time your little heart has pain I will try to understand,

If there is nothing I can do I will be there holding your hand,

 

This is a poem of promise that although our past is wonderful,

I will do everything I can to make sure we live each day in full,

 

Filling your life with happiness and joy that I may see you smile,

From you comes my happiness, you make my life worthwhile.

The end, for you baby, I love you.  Pat