Marvels about what has been and what will be.
An imperfect human looks up to his God.
I turn sideways and see you standing there, like a pillar.
I could grip to you and wait for the storm to pass.
You are
my support through the hard times
and the good times.
I am ignorant and arrogant.
In my vicious cycle of mental
instability, I undermined you.
Yet you stand there, waiting
for me to get back to my senses.
You knock me in place with that rock!
Albeit not too hard.
Despite my, perhaps, overly neutral expressions, you
commiserate!
Your struggle is mine,
And mine is yours.
I
commiserate!
My progress is yours,
And Yours is mine.
We are
family.
I make you better.
But you made me better first.
I
can’t thank you enough!
I asked and you gave,
I called and you came.
I
can’t thank you enough!
No doubt… your smile shines even in the dark.
it feels me
with warmth and energy,
Never stop smiling.
Did I ever tell you that I love you? Perhaps, in my own quirky
way.
I am here for you,
will you be there for me too?