FAMILY LIFE

© RYAN GUILEY 

Down the old dirt crossroads,

She sat beside me with our carload,

Car seats in the rear with our babies,

Not a question or even a maybe.

 

Of how much I am so proud,

Even if our child was crying loud,

They all sparkled like gemstones,

As my hand brushed against her jawbone.

 

While the wiper blades were flapping,

As the GPS was making a mapping,

But little did she know, I was not lost,

It was foggy, so I turned on the defrost.

 

It was the closeness of each other,

It had nothing to do with the weather,

That she knew that I wanted to kiss her,

As I was in control being her chauffeur.

 

Those roads became more paved,

Being a family together of what we gave,

Now our children sit in the backseat,

Teenagers listening to their stereo beats.

 

I am honoured to be their father,

As It was never even a bother,

That they are all our gems,

They will lead in life, making new stems.

 

Our love never needs to be wiped,

Or find a new mark, since never a fight,

Just perfection is our family life,

Always certain that she is always my wife.