She is my saviour.
My mentor, and therefore,
no miss-behaviour.
Though, I should savour her
more than I do.
I know I would pay for her
wherever we go.

Whether it be a restaurant
or motorway café.
A Welcome Break mêlée
to a Road Chef half way – the ‘open-air’ kind.
There’s always time to find,
but I don’t mind
finding it with her.

I’ll be in her debt
forever more.
But she doesn’t expect
anymore.
The weaker might have sidestepped,
she chose to adore.

When I cry,
she evaporates my tears
and absorbs my fears.
No sacrifice too great
over the years.
Yet she blunders on
absently unawares,
of what she bears.

She shrinks my insecurities
with all her purities.
When I shirk my duties
she’ll set me straight.
Lighting my soul
and leading my role
in life,
my spirit flowers because of her.

My roots. My petals.

My rose.