© By: Richard L. King
From the book: Memories & Time
She’s the frosting on his cake, the puddin’ in his pie,
she’s his sunshine on a cloudy day, the apple of his eye.
His cuddle waiting to happen, the shoulder upon which he’ll cry,
were she not in his life, it’s doubtful he’d get by.
She’s the straw that stirs his drink, the one who makes him swoon,
his beacon in the night, were he the tide, she’d be his moon.
She’s the wind that fills his sails and his anchor when one is needed
since she came into his life he has never felt defeated.
When difficulties they encounter, she faces them undaunted.
Truth be known she’s everything he never knew he always wanted.
Gramps use’ta say
“You can’t live someone else’s dream.”