You spoke as strongly as your father,
But you with a sense of restlessness.
I had never seen sadder eyes.
I had never seen someone more determined.
You stood taller than the sycamores
And stronger than the osage.
Your back was baked by the sun
And your hands chiseled by the earth.
I believe the spirits wanted us,
That they secretly cheered for our victory.
That they did not fear us breaking tradition,
For the sake of maintaining life's greatest tradition.
You told me your mother loved me,
But she was no match for your father.
She would not even dare.
She believed in fear in marriage.
Your father is a good man,
I know.
But he has a legacy to uphold.
So it remains as it is.
You in your world
And I in mine.
Fully intended to be together.
Destined to be apart.