THE GIFT

THE GIFT

Ricardo Antonio Garcia

Today is the blessed day

of your birth.

I have tried to exonerate

my shortcomings

and understand

my fragility is under foot.

Not even the paper I write on

is smooth but wrinkled

and poverty rings at the door

sometimes over swelling

my ambition

to be a perfect husband.

Today is another day

of your glorious life to bloom

for love is never ending

always flourishing

and always giving of itself.

We laid in the midst

where dreams should put a sunder

the quench of life

and the bed broke its seams

waking you

and separating us from the gift.

The gift

of the bed I built for us

will be used again

as we modify the waking.

We shall both explore

all of our life’s destinies together

for there shant be a cloud

that will dissipate our hunger.

I love you

beyond all weights and measures

and this love I do seek

We both cry tears

for our hearts are open wide

and the gates of tribulation gush

these embankments

but unnerving and never drowning

our love will survive.

The gift

of the bed I built for us

will be used again

as we modify the waking.

Happy Birthday my one True Love …