I picked a perfect partner.
He fathers like a farmer.
He has plowed the fields of his mind
and culled the noxious weeds.
The ground in which he plants
he first enriches with the compost of love.
Throughout the rainy seasons and droughts
he coaxes his seedlings, encouraging
them to grow straight and tall
and true to who they are.
He looks forward with hope in the harvest
that he may gather honest fruit,
pluck the vine of kindness,
and glean integrity under a full moon.
I picked a perfect partner.
He fathers like a farmer.
His crop of children - they are delectable.
