The Rain is Lightly Falling

The rain is lightly falling on the earthen floor below,

Our baby in its crib on downy pillow slumbers so.

I reach out to this bride of mine and stroke the flaxen curl,

I love this charming woman who was once my youthful girl.

And tenderly she takes my hand in hers to make secure,

This love she feels and yearns for every fiber to endure.

I took her to this far off land to wilderness out where,

To strike out what a man must claim a living and his share.

Our dreams they always were aligned and true love seems to be,

The driving force that keeps us close together; living free.

We know not what the future holds but this we always knew.

That we would stand together in this life and see it through.

We hold each other close; I kiss her lips so tender fair,

I gaze into her dark brown eyes and caress that flaxen hair.

“There’s nothing more that life could give to me”, I whisper low,

“Than you my lovely lady, and our babe that slumbers so.”

Peter Lowell Paulson

September 11, 2010