Poetic Earth

A poem dedicated
to my dear husband, Mike.

Forged in Fire

Even though we are both fire
and neither of us tame,
I will forever be grateful
to carry your last name.

In a space
where we were both lost,
hardened by the weight of time,
the cold has made us soft.

Look at the world
that we have created,
three small miracles
born from the jaded.

And still, we stand,
hands laced, unafraid,
walking forward together
into whatever else life has made.

To see what more
this wild world will give,
not just to survive it,
but fiercely,
fully live.

🖤

Happy Anniversary, love.