Dear Samantha Leahy,
Don’t be alarmed. It’s twenty-one-year-old you
In the flesh. Strange to think that your last name
Is his. I told you your time would come. Your
Path was broken and bumpy with shattered hearts.
Nonetheless, you’ve found your way to him. Now
Look where you are. Your face glows with happiness.
Thank God for tainted hearts and misguided boys.
Like a lighthouse, they loomed your path to him.
Fright ran through your brain. Wondering if you
Let him in if he would vanish like a
Mist of air. Through sunshine and pouring rain,
He stayed. Glossy lips, rosy cheeks and late night
First date. Front porch, his lips press against your
Forehead. Date after date, your walls tumbled down.
Thank God you began to love again.
Piles of boxes in your one room apartment,
You swap out old garments to fit his.
Stress of small spaces and overdue bills cause falling-outs.
You have nothing figured out and he’ll stray away.
Just hold on, for the dark clouds will fade.
Your eyes will flutter wide to a sight of
His sleeping silhouette occupying the left side.
You’ll lean over and trace his face, leaving a kiss.
Thank God roads will lead him back home.
Your lips will spread across your face when his
Knee curves. A box from Tiffany’s in his palm.
Bells chime and a melody of violins
Play in June. All according to your plan,
You’ll cascade down the aisle, his mouth gaping
And watery eyes. A beautiful mermaid bride
With daisies perched in your hair, you’ll say “I do.”
Thank God for that trip to New York City.
You no longer spend nights on the bathroom
Floor with black streaks rolling down your cheek.
Now it’s a tub with an overflow of bubbles,
Giggles and rubber ducks. A stream of water
Flowing on tile. Warm towels, snuggle tight.
Soft skin, two pig tails and footie pajamas.
You’ll tell a once upon a time and a short prayer.
Thank God for that once 7 pound and 18 inches.
Underneath a starry sky, ten tiny fingers
Climb into bed. Squeezing in the space
Between you and him. A soft little teddy with
A shabby blanket held tight. Eyelids gently close
To the lullaby that leaves daddy’s lips.
You’ll wrap your arms over her small frame
Savor the moment. It won’t be like this for long.
Thank God for a cramped bed.
Muddy paws and rain boots dart throughout the
Once pristine house. Crayola work of art
Walls. Dirty dishes and laundry covered floors.
Ignore the disaster; you’ll laugh about it
One day. A messy home means it’s well lived.
Hold your temper when you step on a Lego.
Ready or not, your life will become more hectic.
Thank God for nine months and love.