While I persist and assist and live and love
She reaps my wheat and smiles
I work and learn and strive to learn
She threatens over miles
I’ll never live up to her loss
Mine aren’t enough although
Too much for me to bear with no one
In my home to hold.
One tiny thing, one minor hail
I hadn’t asked for much
Just everything and nothing that
I hadn’t dealt myself.
I wonder still if this bridge holds
Strong, long enough to cross
Or will it burn, the fluid hope of fire