This is a poem to you my wife.
And it's a promise to love you,
For the rest of my life.
I sit here wondering,
What you will be like.
Do you have brown or blonde hair,
Are your eyes dark or light?
How will I meet you,
Will it be a blunder?
All these questions,
I just sit here and wonder.
How many kids will we have,
If we have any at all?
Will they be more like you or me,
Will they be short or will they be tall?
The when we grow older,
Will you stick by my side?
Will you help me find my dentchurs,
That you always loved to hide?
Will you still complement me,
And comfort me when I'm old?
Will you help me grasp being a Grandpa,
And hold me when our first house is sold?
There is so much I want to know,
So many questions to ask.
But I'll have to wait a little longer,
To complete this astonishing task.
Finally, if you live longer,
What will you do when I die?
I don't want you to be sad,
And please, please don't cry!
For living with you by my side,
Will have made me a happy man.
And my life was so miraculous,
Walking with you hand in hand.
Jeremy Davenport
