Optimistic Nashville by Molly Shepler
Vows, Take 2 By Katie Miller
From the time he first plucked those strings, His future was sealed. Only God-given talent could that boy have: “He’s a natural, a prodigy.” Hard work and sweat, Sleepless nights and money, money, money. Waking up with three hours Of shut-eye, Never getting a thank-you, no “Good jobs” or an “I’m proud of you.”
We danced under a Star-lit twilight, the city lights faded in the distance. There was no music, just the rhythm of our perfectly matched hearts. I will never forget That night, where our hands Never unclasped and Your gaze never strayed From me. Oh, my love, I remember when You held me like it Was our final day.
He can make songs appear like magic; He writes music on the page And poems in the air. Words and notes that flow like honey, Sticky enough to make you stay And listen until the end, Leaving you wanting just One…more…taste. A talent like that, A passion that strong, He’s got to go—
Here we stand now, bound Together for all Eternity. I Know these rings on our Fingers mean little, But I like to think That they will survive, Even if we don’t.
He’s headed to Nashville with a Guitar on his back, His dream in his pocket, His eye on the future And his future on fire, In fame. A fire-tongue and a gospel-brain.
With these words and my Never-ending love For you, I pledge my Self, my heart, and my Soul. May I never Fail you, or you me. Even Death will not Compromise these vows; Of this, I am sure.
He’ll get his name on his own album cover With songs he wrote in his head and Recorded in his father’s studio-shed During a time when I was all he had… I’m so proud of him. I just hope I’ll be the first he tells When they put his name in lights. 6