Sacrifice

I know about the sacrifice,
How you strapped your love
to the chopping block.

I know how wet your eyes
become, endowed, above all,
By your never-stopping clock,

And your blood, how it boils
When you think you might miss me,
and how, so, you turn away from my memory.

I know a mind, unmatched. It toils
Just to See each day have meaning.
I know now, too, your burden is your revelry.

I know the sacrifice you made was right,
Because there is no night I worry, anymore,
No day I don't embrace, knowing both of us

Forever, Aim to be Happy-
Such is the fruit of sacrifice,
From seeds of pain, that first must leave,
Before growing into a new thing.