Forebears

to live is to experience
to experience is to hurt
to hurt is to know
to know is to understand
to understand is to appreciate
to appreciate is to forgive
to forgive is to mend
to mend is to, at long last –
find some measure of peace.

Flux

Forgive me.

The first time I told you I loved you,
I was still figuring it all out.

I still am, I guess.

Quietude

I must confess, I’ve never felt moved
to shout this love from the rooftops.
To demand the world take notice.
To let it reverberate in the ether.

Your love grows on my being
like a moss in the wood.
Quietly, do I stay my root
so as to know you more.

Role Models

Some of us are hoping to recreate
whatever it was that made us believe
our parents were meant to be.

Others of us have only learned
to recognize the warning signs
of conflicts which drove them apart.

Both are burdened by perspective –
one with great expectation,
the other with cynicism.

A Curious Nostalgia

I used to love imagining
what her smile might look like
with a few more wrinkles,
seen through eyes that didn’t bend light
quite like they used to.

And now,
strangely now,
I find myself unkempt with memories
of a future that will never come to pass.

the walls of this humble home
held so much more than just a roof.

After 40 Years

When manna refuses to fall from heaven
we may find ourselves left with no other option
but to wring it from the earth below our feet.

Acceptance

I’ve come to realize
that maybe I won’t ever understand
all the reasons why you did
what you did.

But I’ve also grown to realize
that maybe that’s ok.