My Valentine

I wrote this biographical poem a few years ago and dedicated it to my wife Lisa. She's still my Valentine.



The Twentieth of March.

How well I remember that first night.

The night you walked through the

door and lit up the room. 

You were wearing pink cords, a white

sweater and a scent of Windsong... that

has stayed on my mind.

We met on the Twentieth of March.

And though winter had been long,

Spring came early. 

Who could have imagined? Two

people so different, meeting in

a bar and landing in church. 

And the story we have written while

moving across the country doing this

thing called life. 

From a bar to an altar, through college
and across this continent we've  followed

our hearts and walked against the grain.  

And though I am not sure what normal

looks like, I’m certin it looks nothing

like us. 

It seems I have been chasing something

for the greater part of my tired life. But

now, I just want to grow old with you. 

 I’m no longer afraid of all those things

 I’ve yet to accomplish. I am content

 knowing …. We have truly loved.

 

- Cameron Dockery