Your future is behind you, sir

full of joy, laughter, adventures

and seemingly bottomless glasses of wine.

And coffee the morning after

you spent Friday night on the couch

watching too much TV.

It’s a future full of tasks

and budgets, and dusting, and laundry.

Weddings, picnics and National Parks.

Lots of National Parks.

It’s a future with a spat here and there

and talks - sometimes heated, though you mostly agree.

It's a future safe for dreams,

and tears.

Especially when they're yours.

What's behind you is waiting,

waiting to cheer you on,

waiting to be cheered on

day in and day out

over the big things and the little.

Waiting for your gangly wingspan to embrace it

each day when you're home from work.

Waiting to see if you will be good parents,

when the time comes.

Fool, don't waste another second

looking in front of you

without this one beside you.

You've done that long enough.

This one,

this one here,

is ready for the race.

The long race.

See your future behind you.

Grab her by the hand.

Run together,

leaving joy in your wake.

-.-

#AnniversaryPoem