In Sickness and In Health
In Sickness and In Health
By Jayson Willever
I met her twelve years ago, her beaming smile as bright as the sun.
With glittering eyes the shade of the sea, I already knew that she was the one.
I adored the way she sang to me, her song filled my ears as I drifted to sleep.
She kissed me on the head each night, causing my nightmares to no longer creep.
By the end of year three we had our first born, a precious baby girl named Jane.
She reminded me much of her mom, her crying as light as a blissful rain.
No matter the struggle, the diapers, or stress, every night she sang me her song.
I never had to ask, she sang without begging, boy was she ever so strong.
By the end of year five, we were husband and wife.
The cherry on top of my wonderful life.
We laughed and we loved and we danced and we cried.
No matter the fights, we knew our love wouldn’t die.
By the end of year nine Jane ran off to school, her eyes filled with childlike hope.
She cried and wept as she watched her girl go, I tried my very best to help her cope.
Her bond with Jane continued to grow, they both became the best of friends.
I watched one night as she sang Jane to bed, her spirit seemed never to end.
By the end of year ten, the swelling began, and we rushed to see what was wrong.
The news came quick and broke our hearts, but she never stopped singing her song.
She went to find help, to cure what she had, she fought harder than I ever could.
I called the doctor one night on the phone, but the news he gave me wasn't good.
By the end of year twelve, her body had changed, yet her smile stayed on her face.
Jane had no clue that her mother was worsening, at an alarmingly terrible pace.
As she took her final breath, she sang one last time and handed a paper to Jane.
Upon the paper lay the words to her song, the lyrics that ran through her veins.
Now I am older, decades have passed, yet I am able to hear her voice every night.
Jane sings to me still, reminding me of when my dark life once had a bright light.
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