The source of joys and sorrows

For the dverse prompt.

The source of joys and sorrows

Where do I begin?
In the spring of home,
bosom of the family,
a branch of such a special tree,
or with you,
our river running, we,
never stopping, tree spreading?

All are pebbles in the stream,
sea glass on a strand of white sand,
the sun’s gold and silver gleam,
gulls, a wild sky of clouded blue
and you.

Through these years of running rivers,
waves on the strand,
glass glittering in the night,
light and dark, a child’s hand,
laughter in two score rooms,
comfort when the wind blew,
when all is said and done,
it will always be you.