Fulfilled

Paper Angel small

Paper Angel.
My daughter, Fairlight.

I Don't Want These Wings small

I Don’t Want These Wings
My son, Warrick.

I wrote this after my children were born.  It’s a true story. Well, poem…

Fulfilled

 What is that you ask? What is your question?

A short answer would soon end this lesson,

But that would be unfair, not at all kind

To such a bright and inquisitive mind.

To really relate the answer to you

Requires a narrative long yet still true.

A journey from youth into adulthood

Of times that were bad and those oh so good.

It started at school when I was fifteen.

I met there a girl who triggered a dream.

She seemed to encompass all I desired

And though I was young I felt so inspired.

We drifted apart when school was complete.

Three years did pass before we would meet

Again, then it seemed my dream would come true.

Encouraged by her my dream only grew.

But deceit lived in this woman I loved

And the fists of her lies were soon ungloved,

Punching a hole through my sweet naïve heart.

No longer whole my dream fell apart.

So there poor I was, resigned to my fate,

Scared that I was leaving it much too late

To rebuild my dream with someone who cared.

Then, there she was and our love quickly flared.

She came from the West, mere words on a screen,

The most gorgeous font that I’d ever seen!

What beauty blossomed from that first  “hello”

Took root in my heart and always would grow.

But she was an ocean away from me.

I thought a picture was all I would see,

But courage took hold and shook me awake.

I had to get out for sanity’s sake.

I walked away from a marriage long dead,

I packed up my life, no tears were shed

And flew over an ocean wide and blue

To see if my heart was telling me true.

As our lips touched for the very first time

The world disappeared; I knew she was mine!

As soon as I could I married my heart

And nothing on Earth would keep us apart,

So she took her chances and crossed the sea,

She left her old life to come be with me.

We loved and we lived and happiness bloomed,

Though nay-sayers quipped our true love was doomed.

After a storm and turbulent years

We proved them wrong and stood up to our peers

And when the promise she gave me was kept

The smile inside I would never forget.

The promise of which I fondly refer

Was made when I spoke of my dream to her.

The thing in my life I yearned to achieve

Had bore fruit at last, my soul was relieved.

And so to answer the question you voiced –

My one goal in life, my happiest choice?

Love and have children and watch them grow up,

The sweetest of wines from life’s flowing cup.

Jamie F. Leader
Copyright ©2008 Jamie F. Leader