A poem I write for Kris

Made from Two

by Mery McNett
Written for Doody-Bear


There's a life that's made from two
With hands that hold, eyes that meet,
and minds that are beautifully construed.

A gorgeous soul that held out its hands
and lifted a powerless dismal creature
above the dark water and sinking sands.

Sacrificing an expected outcome of life
has composed an alternative existence
with great hope, is worth the strife.

A day will come when you will be born again
and I will nourish and comfort this person
as I stand tall and protect you from pain.

Like our minds,
Our bodies will come from a similar mold
A blissfully warped circumstance
contrasting with the amiss values that others uphold.

Our life has turned different from where we started
and the running and approaching hours and times
ensures that our hands will never be parted.

Our smiles are always genuine, our laughs always true,
we fit together with our likeness and unlikeness
You with your smarts, and my child's point of view.

We have created a connection that others do not possess
with thoughts and hopes and dreams fully expressed.

This gorgeous love, this heart you had to undo
this smile, this laugh.
This life that's made from two.