My husband and I agreed that this year we were not going to exchange expensive gifts. But making things was okay. I once received a beautiful poem from him when we were young and poor and I mentioned to him this year that I would love another one. Doug loves to tease me about my fascination with the Twilight series of books. He often comments that he is my Edward and is always on the look out to save my life. Not much call for that here in central Minnesota. So when I opened up the card that came with my present and it said, "A love story Greater than Edward and Bella..." I expected a love poem about Doug and me, but what I received was much different. He wrote a love story about our youngest, AH, and me, his mother. By writing this poem, I get to see my relationship with our youngest through Doug's eyes. I debated whether I should show you a picture of the gift because it contains our son's name, but decided that it was worth it. It is entitled, Austen's Song, and Austen (or AH, as you have come to know him) decorated it.
Austen's Song
By Doug
She saved his soul
his self esteem
She made him whole
with eyes that gleam
a broken boy
now restored
Her rescue ship
to climb aboard
Her arms outreach
they search and find
She loves to teach
She sculpts his mind
A boy of length
his wondrous ball
He gains strength
She'll catch his fall
She gives every care
She ensures the fun
Journeys everywhere
She sees each run
Her gentle touch
His tender disposition
They love very much
their own tradition
from the very start
their love so pure
joined at the heart
the perfect cure
She loves his smile
and his frowns
Her love for him
knows no bounds
For him,
there is no other
no better friend
Only his mother
His song
sung for you
His love
forever true
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Wow. I knew Doug was a romantic on some level, but had no idea he was a poet, too. You all are very blessed in this unconventional place we choose to live, raising our children the best way we can with our college sweeties, our first husbands.Blessings on you and Doug and your 23 years. Dale and I just celebrated 21. Happy New Year!
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