The path strewn with hurdles and gravels 40 years is a long way to travel Two souls sewn with love and peace Two hearts dipped in bliss Two minds not always in same strength But determined within to walk the length.
40 years of building the nest Patience and endurance put to hard test Before one day the saplings become a tree Heart upon heart two becomes three Through fall and rise and sun downpour Years flew as the three becomes four.
It's no easy work to raise a family In all sadness live strong and happily Blocks are thrown doubts are cast Moments of life try to break the trust But we didn't bow continued the thrive A grownup family now, we number five.
I too will go to you, says the son to the face of the father.
He broadens his smile thin and gathering dust for long as if to acknowledge he always knew one day his son would stand before him resigned and weary willing to join on his route.
The son sees his father's lips move in the briefest prayer..