Choosing You

You are my steady in the storm,

The quiet hand that guides me home.

Years of choosing, fierce and warm

We’ve carried burdens, shared the road.

 

You loved without a single pause,

You mended edges, held our cause,

taught our tangled days to begin.

 

You laugh and light the ordinary,

make small things sacred, plain things bright.

In tired hours, you make me carry

hope like lanterns through the night.

 

Not every road was smooth or straight,

But presence, not perfection, grew.

You stood beside each twist of fate,

believed in me when I was new.

 

I do not rue the day we met;

No shadow dims the love we’ve grown.

Your name is something I won’t forget

Your hands made this valuable.

 

May the gift be the quiet grace

of laughter, peace, and dreams that stay.

May every dawn show your dear face,

and may love find light each day. 

 

By: Linda Magano Baumann

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18 June 2026