The joy of…

(Twenty six years and staring down the barrel of twenty seven...)

A daughter and three granddaughters – the light of our existence.

Two businesses, one bankruptcy, sickness, death and disability – we've visited them all in our time together!

It's not very long and it doesn't even rhyme; there's no balance to it all; it's all a bit of a jumble in fact...
But I read a poem today, about first love and how the person would never do it again – never feel it again! I thought that that was sad!

And so for what it is worth:
 
 The joy of...

Sharing caring and just knowing...
That how I feel, matters, and
That it matters how you feel too.

I've had a really bad day
And I feel like it will never be right again
But a smile, a hug, a kiss; and
The sun comes out

The perspective is back
It was just a bad day
And it's over now
And tomorrow will be new.

And how you feel

You've suffered a disappointment,
A loss, something sad, or just bad
I can hold you, and tell you
That it'll be alright.
And make you feel better,

I have that power.

My days are eventful in some way, and
The first thought that comes into my head is
I must tell you all about it
Later when you come home

I'm whole and complete,
There is nothing that I can't do.
I'm a woman of worth; I've a place in this world,
I'm needed – I'm special.
A purpose, a value
And that's all because of you.

My husband my lover my very first love.