My eye was single to the glory of Elder Roberts—
to the promise of celestial glory with him.
In Heaven, we would be One in purpose.

All this I do,
I do for thee,
was my valentine
to Elder Roberts—
the boy whose face
would become a man’s
when he found out what
I had done.

As God knew the fall of every sparrow,
He knew every hair on my head.
Had one come up out of the water,
I would’ve had to do it again.

To marry Elder Roberts,
I had to confess my love for another Man—
I had to worship the ground
from which He’d created me.

I was Katryn to Elder Roberts,
but to David, I would become Katerina,
& to Evan, simply Katia.
Each name told me what they thought of me.