Half-Pint

I cannot imagine my world without my boo, my bubba, my partner in life strange thoughts sometimes grip me late at night what if something happened? what if this beautiful soul was ripped away from me? working in the hustle and bustle of a busy hospital has taught me to take nothing for granted take every sunrise in like it is the last every day i see someone new that 'beat it' or that is going to find out some horrible diagnosis I am the first one to know I am the one that helps the doctor find out I am the one that wonders who is this person on the other side of this number this diagnosis I think about the young mothers or the ones that havent had a chance for that yet I think about the grandfathers and all the daddy's I cry for the children I always wonder about their families Are they strong enough? Can they wrap their arms around their loved one and hang on tight Some days I come home to my boo and just need to cuddle up tight I sigh into that spot on her chest the one

scraped knees sack lunches creek walkin in old shoes and socks catchin crawfish playin with frogs beat the sun up and stay out till you hear your moms voice callin through the woods up to the fort it took you days to build tree climbing imagination working overtime carving your name into the tree with daddy's pocketknife running wild through corn fields scared out of your mind because you just saw children of the corn daring someone to touch the electric fence all the summers at the campground where bugs were cool the best of friends on the planet sitting with mark in the field at night watching the stars shine and chewing a weed waiting for the hayride at night on that old tractor with the old man driving sometimes he would let us steer it it was so simple back then not having to worry being able to trust anyone didn't have to play just in the front yard or in sight of a parent we were free to run and play be kids carefree i wanted to be gi joe or wonder woman or a secret spy