on the second marriage

she was younger then,
younger then I am now,
when Jamsie she married.

She had been younger, still,
on that first marriage.

She had been a single mom, of a sort.
her momma having taken the last-child
with her on her death
grandma finished the raising,
of a brother.

She then had married, an older man.
nine years her senior,
he was 30 and she but 21.

so together they raised the younger brother.
then came ten children and his early death at 60.

I have seen the letter,
the one to the children,
explaining her choice, to marry Jamesie.

Sometimes in life, we make choices.
to live with a hard choice is preferred,
to living alone, or apart.

I have been told, it was not a good marriage.

I have made hard choices.
To love my mom,
to rebuild our relationship,
continually.

To have planted the garden,
to bring the cure.

Now I live with my dad,
and visit my wife on the weekends.

It is better to visit on the weekends,
at our home, then to visit once a year,
in the cemetery.

So I understand grandmas, choice,
to marry Jamsie.

I hope someday my children and grandchildren,
understand, the hard choices,
I have made, to bless their lives.

on faith and the gardener

Tomorrow he would start the garden,

The one in the garage,

I had no hope that it would cure,

I had hope enough that it would heal,

My brokenness, our brokenness 

The brokenness in her, in us, in the family.

At the least, it would return her appetite and

Help ease the transition in the next few months. 

The Gardener was angry with me, angry that I was making plans,

To live our life, the children’s lives, without her.  

He had the faith, not I.

He had seen the miracle, before and would see it again.

This then was his task, to cure her cancer and my lack of faith.

Time is past the miracle has come, and I am grateful for the Gardner 

And how he restored my wife’s heath and my faith in the cure.