You’re a self-fulfilling prophecy.
The elders knew way before we did.
Maybe it was the smile in my eyes.
The sparkle…the ease I moved with.
They had never seen me with anyone else
But here they were agreeing already.
It is only a few years later that I realised
That you’re my husband and you just don’t know it yet.
How? The same way I’ve seen other peoples’ future.
It is the things the ancestors whisper to me,
The glasses they show me through.
Because I am trusted with secrets.
And slowly you’re becoming
Everything they said you would be.
Remember when I complimented you on your growth?
They had asked me to help you reflect…