A Poetry Day

Another busy day, so I will post a poem I wrote for my niece's wedding in 2004.

The Beginning: Page One
May 2004 for Erica and Justin's Wedding

Today,
where we stand,
is not the culmination
of a romance
but the beginning
of a love story.

The end--unknown.
The pages--empty,
waiting for our mark.
We, the authors of all our tomorrows,
in this moment,
begin the first page.

What joys or sorrows
are only paragraphs away,
I know not.
But this I do know:

I love you
my friend,
my delight,
my companion.

And now--here--
I irrevocably join hands and hearts
with you.
We shall travel
line by line
together,
enduring whatever is to come,
for I have found a safe harbor.
You are now my home.

And from this moment until forever,
I shall have the holy blessing
to see you
through Heaven's eyes
and reflect His love,
Happily ever after.

Hero Watching

After yesterday's post, I thought we needed something a bit more inspiring. This is a poem I wrote a number of years ago now. I was in the middle of struggling with our infertility but was surrounded by amazing moms who also happened to be my amazing friends. On the day they joined us for the legal adoption of our little girl, I gave them a copy as a thank you for standing with and by me and for inspiring me with examples of the kind of mother I wanted to be.

I still like it, and I think it applies to every woman who is doing the hard work of really mothering. My hat's off to you!

for my sister-friends of Irvine
November 3, 2000

She doesn't know she is a hero.
Minute to minute of everyday life--
wiping runny noses
soothing broken hearts.
Putting the toys away
to take them out
and put them back again.
Peanut butter sandwiches
with the crusts cut off,
but he wanted corn dogs...
and apples with no peel.
She's tired today,
patiently explaining obedience--
again.
She doesn't feel like a hero,
more like a referee--
"Was she playing with it first?"
"Let's take turns."
"You can not tie people up without their permission."
She doesn't know she is a hero.
There are no awards
for outstanding service.
There's no spotlight or applause
and a few
with shallow hearts
tell her she is selling herself short
when she could do so much more...
What more is to be done than
creating a world of beauty and wonder
everyday
in a child's eyes?
She doesn't know,
but I watch her in amazement
as she invests all she is
in building a spirit
from the ground up
in partnership with God,
and I am grateful
that I recognize
a hero.