Made For Me

He folds me

into warm arms,

a safe place

that has been mine

for fifty-four years,

and will belong to me

for as long as we

both shall breathe.

 

He holds my hand

during long walks

through woods,

mountains or along seashores.

 

Over the years,

we have inhaled

sea air

pine scents,

camellias,

and fields of wild flowers,

beneath the sun, moon

and stardust

twinkling down on us.

 

I fit into the hollow

just beneath his chin,

the place

meant just for me.

 

–Toni Louise Diol