Morning breath kisses and newlywed eyes,
Sweet mornings together and satisfied sighs.
"I'm so glad you're here with me."
"Things are as they should be."
"As husband and wife we will build a good life."
"Hey! Wake up, we're late." "It's okay let them wait,
these moments with you are my dream come true."
Jobs and babies and money and things
and all of the busy-ness living brings.
"The coffee is ready and the baby is sick.
I'll call the doctor, you get to work quick.
I'll see you tonight and we'll talk some more then."
"Hon, I've got to work 'til I don't know when.
We have school clothes to buy, and now doctor bills,
and you've got to know he'll prescribe her some pills.
You could get a job and help us out!"
"I'm doing my best and you don't have to shout."
"I'm sorry, I'm late, and working too much,
and worried about money, bills and such."
He thinks she does nothing all day, everyday.
She thinks he enjoys just being away.
The coffee's not ready, his clothes in the dryer,
Her heart is like ice, there is no more fire.
He wants peace and quiet and she needs some fun.
He goes out with his friends but she has no one.
So she loses herself in her writing and books,
dreams of newlywed eyes and romantic looks
She tends to the children, he tends to the bills,
Everything separate, it gives her heart chills.
She's alone and she's boring.
He's off work and he's snoring.
She remembers the hugs and the soft sweet kisses.
She dreams of the lifestyle that only she misses.
Her friends say, "Hey, lady, get out. Have some fun.
There are lots of nice men out there, get you one."
She thinks about it, she knows that she could
& she sure could use something to make her feel good.
But deep in her heart she remembers the day
she stoop up with him before God that way,
and understands that come what may,
she'll be by his side 'til her dying day.
Her dreams of romance are only of him,
although as a husband, he's really no gem.
But he's her's and she's his and that's just how it is.
Till one day he says "I don't want you no more".
She can't say a word 'cause her heart is too sore.
He just walks away and she feels like she's dying.
She sits drinking coffee, lonely and crying.
She can't find a reason that she should go on,
the children are grown and her lover is gone.
How could their love have turned out this way?
What could she have done to get him to stay?
She thinks of their wedding, the vows that they made.
She remembers the hard times and why she stayed.
She falls to her knees and cries to her Lord.
She repented of times she was boring and bored.
She is sorry she left his clothes in the dryer
and didn't try harder to rekindle the fire.
She prays for God's mercy and one more chance,
to be with her husband for one more dance.
She prayed into the night then slept like a baby.
The morning's coffee made her heart sing, "Just maybe!"
As evening fell on that fateful day
he walked in the door and had plenty to say.
He looked into her swollen and love stained eyes,
newlywed eyes, only much more wise.
"I missed you so much I just had to come home.
I have no more desire to roam."
She wants to tell him how sorry she is,
but her words won't come, she is listening to his.
He said, "Let me hold you. I should have told you,
everyday of my life that I'm glad you're my wife.
I am proud of you, Sweetie,
and I'm glad that you're mine,
After all of life's trouble you're nothing but fine."
Her mind and her heart raced,
toward the future they faced.
She knew just what to say and just what to do.
She fell to her knees and said,
"Father, THANK YOU! "

©Paula McCarty Hiebert~ January 2001
(a dream of how things could have turned out)