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Married, treasured, and adored Join Date: Jun 2010
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![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() You met me at the worst of times And stood proud, throughout the best But as life blossoms for us both It gets easier to forget the rest But I remember how it felt: To see my life mirrored in your eyes There with nothing but the truth, I saw Something stronger than the lies. Despite the chaos, you saw me And continue to, every day You've believed -in me, when I could not And you've challenged me to make my way All kinds of moments shared: Serious, life-altering, special, new There have been giggling conversations and pokepokepokes on Yahoo You walked me down the aisle And blessed my brand new life You showered me with blessings And gave me away to my Wife. A link exists between us A relationship co-created It's not about blood ties, (Which can be highly over-rated) Instead it's something unique Something no one else can steal It's love, friendship, understanding It's everything that's real. When asked, its hard to define Or to explain who you are to me Teacher, mentor, father, brother Friend, confidant, family. But even those seem to fall short For the one who gave me away But "Unka" is a word that says it all (2006) ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ There are people That will come into your life Seemingly out of nowhere And you find it hard to remember How Or when Or why You met them in the first place But you can not imagine your life Without them there. Thinking of you is like looking through An old book of photographs Torn and yellowed with age Your presence clear In each turned page I smile with each memory Knowing There are more to come And I wonder When And how It all began. Then I realize... It matters not at all. I can not remember A single moment I have spent with you That did not feel Comfortable Warm And Safe And I realize in an instant That you have never been Just a friend. You have always been Meant to be Family. There has never been a moment That I have not been Grateful for you. Your gift to me Is your presence And your ability to Be there Unfailingly Not out of a sense Of obligation Or duty But because it is Without a doubt Simply Who you are. (2007) ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Dearest Unka, If I have learned anything in the last few years, and I'd like to think that I have, I have learned that how I define Family and how I define trust and faith and love and security are all constantly evolving things. The standards I held for my life ten years ago, look nothing like those of today. I recently came face to face with an understanding, deeper, of my personal relationship with many people from my past. I re-read these birthday poems of earlier years and see in them what I have always seen in you. Someone whom I treasure, someone whom I trust, someone who holds a role in my life that no one else ever has and ever will, and someone who embodies one simple word in my heart - Family. No matter how my perceptions evolve over the years, no matter how muddy relationships with people from the family I was born into get, or how dysfunctional my past, or even how beautiful and healthy my present - your role in my life, your friendship and guidance and protectiveness and love have always been and will always be... crystal clear. You know me for me. You do not know just one facet of me, but all facets of me - the parts of me that have made me feel empowered and proud - and those that have made me feel scared or ashamed. You know my triumphs and my failures, my accomplishments and my embarrassments. No matter the subject-matter, I have never felt like there was even the tiniest part of me that was not safe with you. In many ways, you are my "safe space". Sometimes I think that who you are to me comes with a certain amount of pressure. You stepped into my life and into a role that fulfilled roles that had been missing from my life. Without naming all of those roles, you already know what they are. You have filled holes in my world that needed filling and you have added so much more and you have done this not by posturing or pretending or stomping all over my life - but by lovingly and completely earning my trust, my respect, and my love. The little ways that you worry, that you advise or encourage, these 'little' things are more enormous, more significant than words could ever express. There is not one thing you've said - whether in admonishment or praise - that I have not been grateful for. There is not one way that you have participated in my life that has not benefited me in some way. I have worried, at times, that I have leaned on you overly much, or not provided as much to you in return as you have given to me. But I have never .. ever... taken your place in my life for granted. It may be selfish, but your birthday is - for me - a sacred opportunity to express my gratitude for you. My life, all of it, and the world that I walk in every day is better because you are in it. Please... never forget that. It doesn't matter how many years of birthdays I try to tell you, my words always fall short of what is bursting out of my heart. I love you, my Unka. Happy Birthday. |
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