I am the daughter
of a father and mother
who’ve loved each other
for forty-two years
a love that created me
but is not contained
by their parental
duties My brothers and I
have long left the house
they tended for us
but the two of them always
have been home for one
another, best friends
and lovers, as it was since
before the children
is now and ever
shall be, while their kids smile, give
thanks and say Amen.
of a father and mother
who’ve loved each other
for forty-two years
a love that created me
but is not contained
by their parental
duties My brothers and I
have long left the house
they tended for us
but the two of them always
have been home for one
another, best friends
and lovers, as it was since
before the children
is now and ever
shall be, while their kids smile, give
thanks and say Amen.
Awww! That's lovely!!! what a great tribute, and what a great product (you!) of their love!!!
ReplyDeleteWonderful! You are lucky to have had that kind of love as an example :-).
ReplyDeleteThat is a beautiful tribute. May they have many, many more years together.
ReplyDeleteThis is so lovely. I only hope it is true!
ReplyDeleteWhat a tribute to family and what it really means to be in love.
Glorious poem and glorious family history. I can't imagine what it would have been like growing up in a home with parents who loved one another. Is it rare? or am I tainted by my own experience, I wonder.....
ReplyDeleteI'm with you, Lydia. I can't imagine. So it gives me such hope to know it's out there and it produces such wonders as Erin Davis.
ReplyDeleteThank you everyone. I am indeed lucky to have grown up with two parents who love each other so much. I know it is a rarity. And Kathleen and Tina-thanks for the compliment. I thought only my mom and dad would say something like that!
ReplyDeleteGood write.
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed reading it :)