Love Poem No.24

I thought the moment I was most proud of yesterday 
was stopping to watch two early bird sparrows gather
twigs from beside the wooden gate and fly them
up to our sleeping neighbor’s gutter. And it was at first.
 
But then that moment was overthrown by another later
in my day, the time when you and I perched facing one
another on the sliding glass door’s threshold between
our tiny kitchen and the outside steps down to the yard.
 
He was standing in our shadow, restless for dinner. And
as you started to tell that liminal story, the one where
you and I first kissed so long ago now, our son interrupted 
and finished the memory like he had heard it a hundred times.
 
Many days I am not sure what we have given our children.
There is so much I had hoped to provide but simply could not.
But they have heard and seen our imperfect love story and
of this I am most proud. It was like that again yesterday.
 
 
 

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6 Comments

  1. mike graves on April 14, 2015 at 12:26 pm

    Your folks did a good job raising you two Blase brothers

  2. Becky Johnson on April 14, 2015 at 1:48 pm

    “Imperfect love story.” Perfect!

  3. pastordt on April 14, 2015 at 2:11 pm

    So, so lovely. I don’t think we ever shared that story. Maybe we’ll put a small string of such gems together for our Big Celebration this summer. 50 years is a very long time. But then again, it feels like yesterday sometimes.

  4. John Fields on April 15, 2015 at 3:38 am

    It is the richest blessing of parenting life…our adult children marveling in our imperfect love story and acting embarrassed by our kisses. Every word you wrote draws images of love. Thanks.

  5. […] I thought the moment I was most proud of yesterday  was stopping to watch two early bird sparrows gather twigs from beside the wooden gate and fly them up to our sleeping neighbor’s gutter. And it was at first. -Love Poem No. 24 […]

  6. Claire on May 30, 2015 at 2:41 pm

    What a gorgeous poem… I love it. I hope to still experience moments like this when my marriage has more years behind it! Wonderful image of love to give your children of any age. Thanks for sharing.

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