TO THE GRAVE

To the grave we love them.

Walk with them

on a warm summers day

laugh and smile

make memories

and store them away in our hearts.

No matter the arguments

or the

storming through the door in anger

when the long walk

filters out the heat of the moment

love finds it’s way

back in through the cracks.

Look at her face

and between her exhaustion

love still gleams:

a sense of her devotion shines.

To the grave

you will always love her.

Lipstick on your cheeks

and a gummy bear

on your pants, tells you

that your family is everything.

Simple life can be

when you soak it all in

and understand

what you’re living for.

Things

can happen and disrupt your life

but true love always wins.

Buddy Holly

playing in my old Ford

reminded me

how much I loved her so, and

from my wheelchair

I can still see

her face aglow when I told her

I couldn't live without her.

To the grave

I give her my last breath.

To the grave

and into Gods hands …