Half Her Strength
I sit and watch her sleeping, know it’s time that she should wake.
Can’t bring myself to do it o’er the dreams I might forsake.
An angel lay before me in the guise of my own wife.
Dare I disturb the rest she needs bringing rest to my life.
Just how or why she came to me I’ll never understand.
Not a damn thing to offer her except my heart and hand.
The moment frozen in my head to examine at length,
I know I could change the world if I had but half her strength.
But alas, a mortal man, and weak in my endeavor,
The best that I will ever do is to love her forever.
Though in my mind I hold one thought, if selfish in decree,
The outside world might need her… but never as much as me.
So careful not to unsettle the aura of her sleep,
And vowing that today her dreams will be her own to keep…
I brush back her hair; kiss her cheek, and pray God might concur
If for one day, to let me be the strength that carries her.