Evergreen

The life we made was destined by our vows -

Put our roots down together, hand in hand,

Plant seeds of our future no matter how

The world may rail against all that we've planned.

From wood pulled from our gnarled family trees

We culled the rot and built a happy home -

Or so you said, and so it seemed to me,

While brambles grew and reached you from the loam.

Now all your eyes can see are seeds of doubt;

Where are you growing? Even you can't say.

Though we held strong through any storm or drought,

To you, what blossomed still withered away.

And so you reach past us toward things unseen,

Forgetting all that makes us evergreen.