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Eternity

My husband does not identify as a writer. He is an engineer, through and through. Despite that fact, that man has strung together some of the most beautiful words I’ve ever read. For example, this acrostic poem has hung on my bedroom wall for over 10 years. He didn’t even know what acrostic was when he wrote it. I love that man…

Every day I wake up from sleep and think of how blessed that I truly am. Laying there awake watching you sleep so peacefully fills me with a profound sense of happiness and love.

The love that we share is so powerful and intense that you can almost see the energy between us. Waves of electricity crackle with emotion and love.

Each passing day melts into weeks… and as months become years we will be together. Always there for each other, loving and supporting each other until death do us part.

Remember when we first met… the chance encounter that seemed to be destiny. The hours spent on the telephone exploring and connecting. We both knew right away that we were placed on this earth for each other.

Never in my wildest dreams would I have hoped to be as happy as I have become in your presence. The gift of love that you have given me has been by far the most incredible thing that I have ever received.

In the past we have been put through trials and many difficult times. Even during the very beginning of our time together we had obstacles to overcome. We have prevailed over them all… and we will continue to do so.

This has been the best time of my life. I owe it all to you my love. I am very much looking forward to sharing many more birthdays and anniversaries with you. They will only get better.

You are now twenty-nine years old and you have seen and experienced more already in your life than most dream about. You have grown into a beautiful woman filled with love and happiness. Everyone around you is fortunate to be part of your life. We are all blessed. You and I will be together for all of eternity.

The Guardian

My secrets buried

Hidden behind immense walls

He would stop at no lengths to

Discover them all

I fell in love with him when

He swore to guard them always

Image “The Guardian” from inz-feelgood on DeviantArt.com

Yearning

SFoxWriting’s Alphabet Challenge ~ “Y”

Yearning

Six months ago today
She drew her last breath.
Her grace and her beauty
Unfazed by her death.

He sees her still
As he gazes into night.
She lingers there waiting
In a beam of moonlight.

Her palm extended
She beckons him come.
He cannot resist her,
His beloved phantom.

In the ray of light
They dance and they laugh,
They love and they sing
Like she had not passed.

But his truth lies where
The sunlight is burning.
His post-twilight visions
Merely a symptom of yearning.

Image courtesy of DeviantArt.com

Page Poetry

My second Alphabet Challenge inspired “P” post today! Granted Page Poetry is going to pale in comparison to Poe Poetry. However, given that my last name begins with the letter “P” and I write poetry, I couldn’t let Poe have all of the fun. Here are 4 short, individual pieces of Page Prose & Poetry:

Tell me that it is not
a figment of my imagination,
that it is more
than a fantasy.
If you cannot,
don’t wake me.
I rather like this dream.

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I long to be real.
I ache to be seen.
I wish to be more
Than trapped in your dream.

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Flicker of candlelight
In lovers eyes,
Glow of moonlight
On midnight skies,
Echo of starlight
On a placid sea,
You are the light
That illuminates me.

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A flower blooms.
A child cries.
A life is born
As an old man dies.
Life’s not given,
It is a loan.
It’s time we use
But never own.

If you missed my first “P” post from today, I featured my favorite poet/writer, Edgar Allan Poe. Check it out!

Brian

Day 2 of Steven Fox’s Alphabet Challenge brings us to “B”.

I actually had a pretty great post idea for today. It was to be poetry and a short story rolled into one entertaining piece of creative writing. My blog is, after all, dedicated to creative writing. Thirty-something posts into this project and I have never blogged anything truly personal here. That realization prompted an even better post idea. The letter “B” is far too important to me, my work, my life, not to take a break and appreciate the reason I am here…

Meet Brian, my husband, my savior, my cheerleader, my support group, my proofreader, my everything. Brian is the most generous, trustworthy, compassionate, loving man I have ever known. Our marriage is the light that shines brightest in my life. So, love of my life, this post goes out to you…

Back. There’s another “B” word. In 2012 I suffered a pretty devastating back injury. For six weeks I couldn’t sit or walk, much less drive or cook. This was during the holidays. I couldn’t prepare Thanksgiving dinner. I couldn’t go Christmas shopping. During this same period of time, Brian was working on a rush contract, in addition to his regular full time work in the aerospace industry. Even so, every single day, he came home for lunch, he helped me shower, he made me food, and he drove me to my appointments (which lasted 2-3 hours each). No matter how late that meant he had to work into the evening, he was there, holding my hand, while I was strapped to a machine I believe was intended to draw and quarter me. When he finally did get to quit working for the day, there were holiday preparations to make, groceries to procure, and a house to clean. He did it all. He complained exactly never. Post-surgery my recovery would last six months. He never wavered. He never cracked.

Brandon. When I met Brian, I already had two kids from a previous marriage, Kylie & Steven, who were 4 and 6 at the time. Life wasn’t easy back then. Actually it was downright chaotic. He came in, he created stability, he loved my children as his own, and he earned the privilege of having them call him “Dad”. He’s a truly wonderful father. He helped me raise those rambunctious pre-schoolers and they became remarkable adults. I am so fortunate to get to continue watching his parenting at work with our son, another “B”, Brandon. That boy is an incredibly intelligent, sensitive, and funny kid. He takes after his father.

Blog. Without Brian, this blog would not exist. I wouldn’t be writing, I wouldn’t be blogging, I wouldn’t be toiling and submitting. I would be an overworked analyst and I would be hating every second of it. He has worked so hard to make it possible for me to dedicate myself to the pen. He gets up every morning and gets Brandon’s breakfast, scrapes ice and snow off the car, and drives carpool. He is out there every day providing for our family. He does this without sick days or snow days. I get to stay home, blog, work on my novel, write poetry… Brian even does the grocery shopping, if doing it myself would cause a break in the creative flow. He may not author this blog, but he certainly does everything else to make it possible.

Brian, I love you. I appreciate you. I recognize all that you do and the sacrifices you make. We truly are “The Awesomes”.