Love Poem No.26

 

The lilacs should have been pruned back
last summer, but I forgot. Did you?
You didn’t say anything which is odd because
you’re smart and usually say things like
“We should prune the lilacs” (which means me).
Oh. But I remember now. Last June
you fell and broke yourself in pieces.
Pruning was the last thing on my mind.
I prayed, instead, that you might mend.
Okay. Yes, that makes a little sense now.
The lilacs grew wild because you had to learn to walk.
So there will be no June blooms outside
our windows this year. This summer’s flower is you,
wild back on your own two feet again.
Next week I’ll cut short the lilacs,
like we were last summer.

 

 

 

 

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9 Comments

  1. Rhonda on June 1, 2017 at 8:05 pm

    This is so dear and proves once again how the everyday minutiae of life is profound.

    • Carol Durkee on June 2, 2017 at 5:03 am

      “So dear”, exactly what I said aloud after reading twice this tribute to “life”, before checking the comments.

      • Rhonda on June 2, 2017 at 9:00 am

        Kindred spirits….

  2. Annie B on June 1, 2017 at 8:56 pm

    I love tbis.

  3. Annie B on June 1, 2017 at 9:09 pm

    Love it more the second and third time…

  4. abby on June 1, 2017 at 10:10 pm

    what a gorgeous glimpse into the Holiness of a growing longer marriage….

  5. Laura DeFilippo on June 2, 2017 at 7:16 am

    thank you…

  6. Margaret on June 2, 2017 at 1:18 pm

    Lovely. Just lovely. Thank you.

  7. paula jones on June 5, 2017 at 6:44 am

    My heart just melted.

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