Love's taken many forms for me:
My little sister's hand in mine,
her adult shoulder to cry on.
A handsome, green eyed young man
who now likes to disguise himself
as a nearing middle-age, graying father.
Three newborn baby boys, so tiny;
now parade as strapping young men.
I've caught a glimpse of Love,
it's ever changing forms and stories.
And I am grateful for how
Love's silken threads have carefully embroidered
the tapestry of this: my life.
This is wonderful ~ nothing like love that stays with us over time ... seems to me to be the strongest of life's threads!
ReplyDeleteLovely, as always, Maria.
ReplyDeleteI especially like the way you describe your husband's transformation. At least I assume your husband was the handsome, green-eyed young man... ;)
This is so lovely! I liked your description of your husband's transformation, too.
ReplyDeleteI love it. Love present & transforming.
ReplyDeleteI can hardly believe how much we all change, and how quickly...
there are so many kinds of love. luckily we never run out :)
ReplyDeleteI love this piece - so touching.
ReplyDeleteHow lovely to be surrounded by the wonderful warmth of family - you words evoke that love beautifully.
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