I Write the Story
About love, family, and taking control of your own destiny.
A long lace veil and flowing gown,
The smell of roses as I walk down.
A Mother’s tear is wiped away,
A Father’s pride is visible today.
Together we have made a home,
a girl, a boy, our family’s grown.
Through sleepless nights and tiring days,
we struggle through each trying phase.
You don’t always know what choice to make,
where life will lead, what direction to take.
When I wonder what path leads before me,
I remember, this is my life, I write the story.
A little girl sits on my knee,
I read a story my Mother read to me.
A little boy busy at play,
see how tall a tower he can build today.
Hand in hand we watch them grow,
the day soon comes, this we know.
It’s my tear that is wiped away,
it’s you that gives our daughter away.
There are hard days, bumps in the road.
Days I think this is not the path I chose.
Somehow we always make it through.
You’re there for me, I’m there for you.
I’m often asked, how do you choose?
How do you know just what to do?
When I wonder what path leads before me,
I remember, this is my life, I write the story.
Our son has grown strong and wise,
I can see you in his eyes.
He starts a family of this own,
so proud to see the seeds he’s sown.
As rocking chairs fill the days,
the sun sets in a soft pink haze.
Surrounded by laughter and toothless grins,
It’s through grand-children, eternity begins.
When I look back on the path I chose,
choices I made, secrets nobody knows.
As I look back for the final inventory,
I know, this was my life, I wrote the story.
(2010)
