Loving You

Loving you was easy in the beginning.

Why not? We were young, invinsible

And not the least bit sensible.

We could throw caution to the wind.

The world's philosophy is that

If things don't work out,

We'll just quit, begin again,

But we never believed that, did we?

We knew it would always be you and me.

Beisdes, in my mind, these great memories are played,

Spending rent money to go on vacation

To find out just in time, a sale was made,

And if you were afraid, there was no indication.

But then . . . doctor bills, Similac,

Empty bank acconts and cupboards,

Paint peeling on the shutters,

All of that . . . R E S P O N S I B I L I T Y,

One of us had to get some sensibility.

It wasn't cute anymore

To watch you stagger through the door.

The drinking became less about fun

And more about forgetting

Responsibility and dreams,

Everything coming apart at the seams,

And then, it wasn't so easy to love you,

But I realized, I did -really did.

Besides, we shared those beauiful kids.

Still, I told you that I would leave,

That I'd given all I could give,

That it was no way for a family to live,

But I stayed, and love really did heal,

You got better, stayed straight,

And then, I couldn't wait

To see you walk through the door,

Throw your arms around me with a kiss

And a promise of more.

What we shared was better, steady.

But then the cancer came,

And it wasn't easy to love me,

But you did, just the same.

It was God and your love that healed me,

Precious, solid, like it should be.

Now with those grandkids on the way,

We both are losing our sensibility.

Loving them like crazy is our responsibility.

Even when they shouldn't have too much sugar,

Or watch too much T.V.  or  stay up too late,

Well, we'll deal with our scornful fate.

When the kids tell us we've spoiled them rotten,

We'll feign innocense, rules forgetten.

As time passes

It's easier and easier to love you,

And it's because we made it,

It's coasting now, and it's a summer day.

Your face is more handsome with temples of gray,

And eyes so tender, with wisdom and strength,

And you know what I think?

I'm glad we stayed,

I like you better this way,

Comfortable, happy,

Always there for me,

The way it ought to be.

It wasn't always easy, or fun, or even okay,

But we made a good life, a family, day by day.

I really do love you.  You're home to me.

You are my heartbeat, my passion, my need,

The one who holds me when I cry,

The unconditional love that needs no why.

As our silver passes, my prayer will be

That together we will reach the gold,

With more love than our hearts can hold.

I love you Kenny.

You mean the world to me.