Sheila, My Forever

Fifty years. Sheila, coffee cups, and school day runs.

Bills and birthdays, the little fights, then laugh until we come undone. Every

wrinkle on your face, every gray hair in your braid is a map

back to our first kiss, every promise that we made. Sheila,

my forever, my first, my last, my only one.

From that shy hello to this golden setting sun, hand in hand

through every stormy kind of weather. Sheila, my forever. We just keep

falling in love together. You held me when I lost my dad,