Never Forget Where You Came From

As I lay in this bed, in what is now your house, for the last time.
I can't help but wonder about this time tomorrow....
 
Who's gonna have your clothes ready, lunch packed, and coffee waiting?
Who's gonna stoke the fire so the house feels like home when you return?
Dinner in the cupboard at three a.m?

Who's gonna provide the hip you say you have to have your hand upon to sleep?

You don't know what you have missed, but your getting ready to.
And in that, I hurt for you.
I didn't think there were any tears left...

I see you as a child who doesn't realize the safety blanket just got ripped out from underneath him.
Ego has became your best friend, your front runner, you've forgotten where you came from.

Why the hell didn't you wake up sooner!?!
Why the hell didn't you love me when it was available!?!
Eighteen years....

Ahhh....To hell with your money!!

I gaze at empty squares on the wall where memories used to hang.
I can't help but wonder,
how many times did you stop and reminisce?
Or did you ever?

You do realize I was there right?
When a brand new marriage introduced us to the harsh world of reality.
When a can of soup and a loaf of bread became a feast!
Still yet...we laughed....we loved.

Do you remember when that minimum wage job wouldn't allow for a new roof on our house, so 55 gallon drums became the decor of all four corners in our living room!?!

Still yet....
We laughed...we loved!
Where did you go?
God dang it!

To hell with your money!!!
And Damn these tears!!
Where are yours!?!

I see...
They got lost in the "Love Of" things.
Can you see your reflection in that beautiful tin roof baby!?!
I liked the leaking one myself...
It was real!

I would've travelled through hell with you....
I did.
I would've settled for crumbs...anything...anything at all!

But yet...here I lay.
And tomorrow night by the Grace of God...
I will still cook.
I will still stoke...
And our home will become warm..
With new memories on our walls, because we know and remember who the real giver is.
And we will be humble with enough.

Even so...
My heart hurts for you.
For a cold wind is blowing, winter is nigh and you are unaware.

Stop stoking vanity and realize you threw eternal treasures away for temporary madness.

For my sweet dear, it's all kindling for the greater fire in the end.