2025

In January, my boys despised me, or so it felt to me,

My choices cast long shadows where their trust once used to be.

In February, death came knocking, cruel and far too near,

I chose my life; my daughter’s life—and sobered up through fear.

In March, I faced the wreckage, every humbling step,

I fought like hell for sobriety, the promises I kept.

In April, my firstborn, marked fifteen years alive,

His birthday broke my heart—I learned how grief survives.

In May, I turned thirty-six, though older still I felt,

As time carved hard-earned lessons from each hand that life dealt.

In June, I leapt from heaven, from a plane into the sky,

I learned that fear can free you when you dare to let it fly.

In July, love found me where my teenage dreams once lay,

A boy from twenty years ago—my heart knew right away.

In August, six months sober, stood steady, strong, and clear,

Half a year of choosing life, of showing up sincere.

My girl, she turned eleven, though wise beyond her years,

A child forced to grow up fast through heartbreak, loss, and fears.

In September, my love asked for forever—I knew it was meant to be,

I said yes to that boy, who was always meant for me.

We drove onto a ferry, bound for K’gari’s shore,

A trip of a lifetime—star-lit nights and so much more.

My littlest man turned thirteen, no longer lost or torn,

His anger finally laid to rest—at peace; at home; reborn.

In October, my love and I skydived together, hearts aligned in flight,

Then sang along with Jelly Roll beneath the stage-lit night.

In November, we toasted love, with family, friends, and cheer,

An engagement born of growth; of truth, and making up for lost years.

On December first, my boys came home, my greatest Christmas sign,

My house is full, my heart restored—this life is finally mine.

Wonderland Wanderess