Friday, November 26, 2010

Still Believe

It takes a lot sometimes to find
the ease of love
the familiar give and take
and breath that comes from
shared memories.

We find that changes confuse
our sight.
Views diverge where they seem
most important.
Voices raise and
blood pressure follows.
Eyeballs roll and words are tough
to swallow, don't wallow in
despair ;
the bond is there.

The breaths we took
before we knew
what breathing meant
were in your arms.

The tears that washed
our softest cheeks
were soothed
with your lips
pressed to our brows.

We know you...
the you beyond the now.

See us now before your gaze
the spawn of flesh
and goodness. You took all
the best
all you had
you shined it bright
and placed it at our feet.

We hold it here for you
in this velvet box
with no real locks
but safely kept, washed freshly now
with tears
we've kept
inside.

Seeing still your grandeur
bent not broken
words not spoken
remain in the room.
Just as you
believe in us
we believe
in you.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Wonderful! That must have been some Thanksgiving dinner you had. (NJ)

qmama said...

tough and tender...love it.

Anonymous said...

To qmama: are you commenting on the poem or the turkey? or parenting? or families? or life in general? Don't you hate rhetorical questions? (NJ)