I thought I knew forgiveness
but then I saw it through your eyes
the gentleness there when you see me mess up
the patience in your smile when I'm confused...
You watch me explore, get lost, see it all.
I love that you don't catch me when I fall.
When your voice drops down low
like the heat before a storm
your words still lift me, embrace, encourage-
I see your secret smile when I pull myself up.
It's in your voice as it crescendos back up
like the crinkles in the corners of your eyes.
You let me walk, run, fly, see, grow tall...
*I love that you don't catch me when I fall
This is an old poem I wrote when I started dating my husband. My voice has changed since then, but it's fun to stumble on older pieces.