Wife – Smith Shine Poetry

At Times

I see that I’m lucky, to have a job. I know it is my honour, to call her my wife. I understand I’m blessed, they call me Daddy. It’s just at times I need to remind myself.

You were once only a dream that I had. I was a meandering river gushing towards your valley of still turned, the elixir of life. As the dreamers dream, now you’re to be my wife. Dreams like you are beautiful. But where do dreams begin? Is it on the strings of harps and violin? InContinue reading “Dream”