Only Me

She’s beautiful and magnificent,
This tiny girl I cradle in my arms.
A wonder, a lovely miracle.
I’ll never let her be harmed.

I lift her up on my shoulders
And listen to her giggle as she views the world.
“It’s all so beautiful!” she gasps.
My little girl, my tiny princess, oh how I wish she’d stay this young.

She holds me in her arms,
Resting my head against her shoulder so gently.
“He’s so small!” she exclaims
And she laughs as she watches me fall asleep.

She plays with me all the time, mostly with my paws
Often she squeezes me too tight
But I never make a sound because I love her so.
She doesn’t even care when I lick her face!

She taps the glass of my dome
Wonder shining in her eyes, a smile lighting up her face.
Muffled laughter rolls off her lips
As bubbles escape my lips as I swirl for her in place.

I’ve known her for seven years
A long time for us teenagers.
I love her to death, so funny, so loving.
No wonder I call her my “sister”.

I stand in front of the mirror,
Scrutinizing every little inch.
I’ve been told I’m my own worst critic,
But they don’t know how true it all is.

I stand at her grave, tears streaming down from my eyes.
From the very beginning, I knew she was the love of my life.
I knew and know her better than most, every day loving her so much more.
And even though she’s now gone, I’m so happy that she agreed to be my wife.