Five years of little feet
Five years of lack of sleeping
Of realising our complete and utter
lack of predicting.
We know there was a ‘before’
but how can we even picture
what that looked like
when it didn’t include
you.
…
Five years of tears
Five years of weeping
Of picking you up and whispering
“It’s all going to be fine”
Your pain became our wounds
Your laughter our reward
And we can’t help but wonder
at how different you each
are.
…
Five years of wonder
Five years of sighs
Of time that no longer is our own
Of life that is lived for a higher
meaning, purpose, destiny
You don’t even know the half of it
yet.
This post is part of a link up with an amazing community of writers at Five Minute Friday. We free write for five minutes each Friday on a prompt. This week’s prompt is ‘five’. Join us!
8 comments
Sounds like a wonderful, challenging and blessed time you wouldn’t want to miss =)
Thanks for stopping by 🙂 Appreciate your words!
Emma, what a sweet tribute to your family. Love it. I’m in the 37 spot this week.
Thanks Tara! Will check out your post soon 🙂
Love this, Emma. It’s such a gracious sentiment, and so ably expressed.
#1 at FMF this week.
http://blessed-are-the-pure-of-heart.blogspot.com/2016/09/your-dying-spouse-210-five-horrible.html
Thanks Andrew 🙂
Laughter is the reward. It is the pain absorbed, the weeping and joy, the forever changing moments adding up to 5. And they keep on going. I can’t wait to read the other half and beyond.
Ah I love it – so poetically beautiful 🙂 Me too!