Like a tree grows over a broken branch,
We grow over our broken parts into
a new and stronger whole. Something
new built on the old. Stronger. More us.
Sometimes I reach with one foot.
Past the tangle of sheets to find you.
A touch, warmth, your breathing a
sigh – and we settle back to sleep.
Watching the snow melt on your
gloves and hat reminds me of the
fun we just had playing in the snow.
Joyful noises from boys and dogs.
A .12 gauge plunger, Lego “Awesome”
Big and little, “Where are my pants?”
Farts, toy cars, tech toys and guys.
“Mama can you…” and “Honey where…”
Life always equals more than the parts.
Memories lose their bitter to be sweet.
I’m hosting at the dVerse Pub for Poetics this weekend. We are telling love stories, and sharing love poems, without using love language or being too sappy. Enjoy. Come over and see the amazing poets who have shared. Share your own. And leave love. Always leave love.