Fur Baby Butterfly Mama

Bringing to light my affections refined

When I think of motherhood and the way its defined

Your heart full of kindness and nurturing by design

As you tend to our family

A virtuous wife and caregiver of canine

As our children are they, our Maddie and Lola like daughters

In the recurring cost of love, wet dog food, and fresh store bought gallon waters

Day in and day out as Maddie cuddles with us in our bed

We fall asleep and you wake up at times with her on your head

Even as you leave for work in the early hours of the morning dawn

She sleeps on your pillow lulled by your scent and keeping it warm while you’re gone

Whimpering and whining at the door to greet

Either grandpa or you in the hopes of a treat

Frustrated at times and impatient with her you may shout even though she can’t hear

Still you stay beside her to comfort her amid the confusion of the silence that may cause her to fear

Now even Lola as she gets older seems to develop the same

As you take them outside to potty and you attempt to call her name

Snappy she’s become at times in her old age cranky as her mother

Yet even so I wouldn’t trade our family for any other

Rambunctious still in moments of play, ever ready to bark at everyone who’s a stranger

Yet calm when held, so dissipates our fearless guard dog, and the illusion of danger

Side eyeing rebel, grandma’s lap thief, and blanket burrowing mole

You are their mother and you tend to them as to children with your heart and your soul

As they save place in your heart for your offspring in heaven that you’ll one day see

But until then you are a mother to them and a beautiful wife to me…

Where I Belong

6 years today, a scripted vow
I love you’s spoken
These actions are still learning how
Hearts mended from the ways they’ve broken

What is commitment commemorated on this day
But a moment to think and reflect on what we say

Beyond the utterance of the poetics
But marriage authenticated by follow through
In the midst of all the imperfect aesthetics
Shortsighted as I’ve been, blind to the blessing that is you

Another verse of honesty
Intimacy refined to fortify integrity
Honor is a call I’m learning to live
In the day to day ways to you I give

Through all the pitfalls, accidents and financial strains
In every trial still our love remains

In sickness and in health, we bridge the gap of the void
Through all the turbulence suffered and moments we’ve enjoyed

Back pain, heartache, bad habits, and the dread of mundane routine
We keep moving forward to realize all the more the hope of our every dream

Whether of our own house or a borrowed season amid our long
Anywhere you are is home to me, because in your heart is where I belong

Closeness preserved despite the wedges that try to drive there way in
Mercy, compassion, and understanding, in the lessons of failure and redemption

You are my best friend through it all
My confidant and comrade in spiritual arms
More than just a fleeting passion or honeymoon phase
More than vanity or surface charms
You are a beacon of hope in my darkest days

Generic as these words feel, inadequate to express
How thankful I am to have you despite the ways I’ve been a mess

You are the stint of every fracture of the past
As God aligns our values and resets our bones in a one flesh cast

As we out love and live down every sin, of fathers, or lovers that proved a fraud
With every passing moment we draw on grace and submit ourselves to God

Even as I am one that at times has let you down
You’re still the one I love and one of the greatest treasures that I’ve found

Happy anniversary amid the growing pains of love reborn as we journey onward to another year
No matter what life brings us, as long as there is breath in my lungs, I’ll always be right here…

Bazinga Punk

You call it just another day

But I know that it is so much more

As God fashioned you in your mothers womb

All the plans He had in store

When every year we celebrate the gift of life

You were born for so many things and among them to be my wife

Aiming to convey how special you are to me

Your beauty and your virtue draws out the husband that I am called to be

The foresight of the Father, prophetic to foretell

As you were created

A gift given to the earth

A gift in my life as well

Our love crafted and stated

On this day that marks our union and your birth

One day to remember and never be forgotten

Happy Birthday now and forevermore

On this day, your life is our love begotten

I die to myself for love’s sake, because you’re worth dying for

A new year and chapter to begin again

I love you more, bazinga punk, I win…

You Are My Thought Life

This is love past the confines of fantasy
I cant dream your extravagance on my best day
But you are my dream come true on my darkest night
Even as you love me at my worst

Endurance finds patience and mercy is key to bringing out the best in me
And you're my inspiration to keep on going
In the moments I wanted to quit on my own
God sustained me for knowing I would find you

And you're the light at the end of the tunnel
Ever brighter as love proves to be the death of me
Where selfishness takes its last breath
Every day I die to be resurrected in light of you

I am a broken seed reborn in the soil of our small beginnings
Consumed by thoughts of you and a lifetime too short to count them
You outshine the stars and outlast the light of day
It's as if I've died and gone to heaven only to realize heaven is you...

The Defects of Persective

Hear me out, not in word
But what actions interpret
When love is multilingual
Of gift, deed, and touch

Translations searching
In the dialect that resounds
Truest to you
Full time efforts to make a living
And keep the ship afloat
When it’s sink or set sail
But the helm is feral as the fires of hell

Tame me with silence
Till every word tells true
It’s everything I have to offer
When the currency of the heart is blood
And every beat is time placing bid on us

I'll place the highest I can
When vows pledge a life
Yet every breath shortchanges priceless
Oh that I could be but a glimpse of what you mean to me
And loving you deeper than you've been hurt
Would tip the scales in your eyes to reaffirm self worth

When you and I are the same
In the defects of perspective
The only lack we know is in what we see
And if it's any indication of how much I love you
Than find confidence in knowing the way I feel about you
Is just as true as the way you feel about me...

Pulsing Floorboards

Should I spare you the details of my humanity?
Or is love most beautifully displayed when it hurts
Accused of boundaries compromised
I'll take sides against me when my eyes prosecute

Love is on trial by fire in the cases made against my heart
When integrity comes into question on the premise of bad apples
Where even sweet is bitter when fear goes to war with trust
I'll give you no reason to doubt me and leave nothing in the dark

For accountability's sake
As I clear my conscience and pry corpses from beneath the pulsing floorboards
Am I wrong not to preserve the illusion of being anything more than just a man?
And are we so lost to find that greatness is a myth

In the context of the ways we have been compromised
When true love is not the absence of flaw
But faithfulness despite ugly tendencies

What am I first to be the convict of?
Whether evidence finds me guilty of capability
Or the love that disarms me
And the mistakes I'll never make on account of my devotion to you...

There’s No Such Thing As A Lost Cause

I lost my words in the erasures
Shed the weight of heaviness
With dead skin like the shell of a former heart
Walls dismantled by the lungs of a new born cry
Children are the milestones of letting dead dogs lie

Hope resurrected in the eyes of innocence
Fresh vision on the shores of youthful tides
Learning how to dream again
If the test of love is time, the young come to our aid to cheat death
And reinvigorate the passion to remind us why we breathe

Finding purpose all over again
Do we raise the children or do they raise the dead?
As we bury the skeletons of yesterday and resurrect our dreams
Our hearts are a shackle worth bearing
Anchored to desire

I found harbor in a new hope that gives life meaning
We are a reoccurring lifetime with hand-me-down wisdom's to impart
Forging our way through the wilderness
Making home in a place of desperation

Contending onward till we conceive the offspring of our efforts
No cause is lost if there is a fool to fight for it
I guess we're just compatible fools willing to fight for each other...