There runs this small boy
in a field of green,
giggling and smiling as the sun
surrounds him.
I watch him as he runs,
his honey hair like that of his mother's
but his faded blue eyes come from me.
His skin tone is pale, like that of his mother.
And his laugh is crystal
just like her's.
He runs to me saying,
"Daddy! Daddy!"
I smile at my son and I reply with,
"What seems the matter son?"
He giggles and hands me a bouquet of daffodils, as yellow as
the afternoon sun above us.
"What are these?"
He smiles and says,
"Flowers for Mommy."
I smile and turn around to see her
she is barefoot in the stream,
humming a melody we both know.
I begin my walk towards her.
I call her name and she turns her head quickly, her deep honey hair
shifting as she does so.
"These," I smile, "Are for you."
She smiles and I feel myself blush.
"Me?" She smiles and our son runs over to us and giggles,
"Yes Mommy!"
She looks back at me with those blue eyes and I'm automatically
taken back to the day we met,
the night where she laughed
and I suddenly wasn't broken anymore.
"I love them." She smiles
And she takes them in her fingers, slipping one behind her ear.
"And I love you." She picks up our son
and he giggles.
"Shall we?" She asks.
"We shall." I reply.
And together we walk towards
the sunlit skies that now meet
the darkness of night.
