Love Poem

On that day,
when your tiny lungs
at last expanded with
their first airy breath,
Chubby arms flailing about
swimming in the air—
milk-blue eyes gazing
about in awed wonder…

On that day--
the day that you were born,
my heart
had not yet started beating.
And though,
a few years would pass
before
my newborn infant cries would
pierce the air,

Every milestone marked,
every step traveled
Only brought you closer to me…

To that day
when our hearts would collide.

each mark deeply embedded
each scar you endured
every joy your spirit soared through
further molded for a perfect fit…

lovingly wrought,
intricately sculpted
no detail overlooked

Created by a Master
Who wrote the Master Plan.

You are
more beautiful now
with
lines on your face
silver
subtly nesting on your chin…

You
take my breath away.
The years
we collect together
further mold our hearts
join them
into one.
You were made for me.

And I’m so glad.

Happy birthday, My Love.

Doodle inspired by birthday celebration with Jeff's family...for more doodle fun and the writing prompt, visit High Calling Blogs.