Never underestimate the power of…
superheros
sun filled days
a puppy’s growl
a child’s laughter
the words of a song
the touch of a lover
the love of a mother
the written word
the unspoken word
faith
belief
magic
time
the lack of time.
Never underestimate the power of imagination, truth, lies, fairy dust, unicorn sparkles and hope.
Never underestimate the power of…
David and I have learned that one of the things that the two of us enjoy is writing. His style is different than mine with the exception of our poetry. Both of us come from a place of emotion. We prefer the free style of non-rhyme but appreciate the pattern that the words follow.
This morning I found this in my inbox. It was sent to me 7 months ago but today D agreed I could share it. So with that permission, this is part of the reason I love this man.
My Samantha,
When the love of my life is in pain,
I share her pain.
When she is sad, I share her sadness.
When her feelings have been hurt,
I share those hurt feelings.
When the love of my life is happy,
I rejoice.
When she is successful,
I am proud of her.
When she is feeling strong,
I stand behind her.
The love of my life,
Is the keeper of my heart.
She is the strength,
to go another day,
And the courage I need,
to make the day smile !
Her name is Samantha, my Samantha,
And I love her deeply …
Your david …
Will you still love me when the next day comes to be
Will you reach out to touch me
Sense my heat
Sense my being
When my hair greys
My skin dulls
My eyes pale
Will you know the taste of my kiss
The touch of my hand
The softness in my voice
The whisper of my love for you
Will you love me the next day when I forget to wear my shoes
When my socks droop on thin legs
Legs that carried me to you
Legs that wrapped around you
Legs that you watched
When my fingers can no long hold you
Will you love me then
Will you walk with me
Remind me
Remember me
Respond to me
Will you still love me the next day when I have forgotten to love you
When my hope fails
When my dreams fail
Sensing my confusion
Sensing my concern
When my body grows slow
My heart grows slow
My being has slowed
The bones rub
The dress hangs
The hair has no shine
Will you still love me the next day when we remember to laugh
When we smile at the birds
We reach down to rub a pup
We breath in the sun
We sing out of tune
We dance once more
Will you hold my hand
Brush my cheek with your thumb
Remind me I am beautiful
Remind me you loved me
That I loved you
Will you still love me when the next day comes to be?
July 2016
The Other Side of Counting to Ten 