Stoic And Grounded Poem by Mark. A Heathcote

You stand like a tree.
Stoic and grounded
Your wisdom is an acorn
A fruition of life past and present
Shaping your destination
Whether into the throes
of marital bliss or a wintery stagnation
or a conjugal meeting of souls
on the steps of heaven.

Your heart is rooted in love.
In the fabric of blossom
opening and closing
falling and maybe later
like ceremonial confetti floating
thrown in the gaiety of festivity
You hold my hand and steady me.
And say it's me that makes you strong.