Family

Others look and wonder at the three of us,
Unable to comprehend the beauty of our family.
With the occasional rough waters we fend through,
The calm after is that much more wonderful.
You play with my child and I realize how rich I am.
I question fate wondering how I could have
Been blessed with the both of you.
Time goes on,
The tides come and go,
But my love for my family will be burning
Long after the sun has died.
Michael Bethea
February 2001