Across the yard,
Through the pine trees,
Behind the brick wall,
Sits a man;
A very strong man,
with two strong hands.
His feet encased in steel-toed boots
And he is holding his coffee black.
He wears his bare head well.
Awake before the birds in his backyard.
His voice seemed big when I was small
And when he held my hand I was safe.
He could fix anything.
And now when I see him across the yard
I am overwhelmed with love.
Love that I didn't know my heart was capable of.
So his hand I will hold
And head I will kiss
And hope he knows how grateful I am
To have someone so wonderful
living next to me.