Compiling God's Code

a day, like the day before
but not the day after,
changed my world as i knew it;
a day, bearing gifts from god
transported by a stranger
fragile were they,
scared was i…
a day, simple yet complicated,
dropped a love that appeared
and grows to this day;
a day, promising my lord,
as i peeked through curtains
at what he delivered,
(not of me but more than i am)
i swore to protect
the boys of a cruel world.
just a day,
you probably don’t remember
the breaths you took,
opportunities overlooked,
or the warmth of a february sun;
a day, etched in my memory,
by simply closing my eyes,
i hear the squeak of the door,
smell of your breath,
and your weight in my arms.
a day, that passed as all others,
but remains…thank you