I think about the way
I think about the way he grins.
The morning light cuts through,
not nearly as bright as him.
I never saw someone so happy
to simply greet the day.
He laugh, pointing out
it's not the day he's greeting.
But my heart can never easily accept
the I could bring someone happiness.
My mother, of course.
My sisters, sure.
Predestined love given by birth.
Him, however, I felt his heart shift.
Turning to face whereever I lay.
His pulse speaking a language of comfort
that calms my own.
Hands that reach, find purchase,
but appreciate what is there.
Arms that hold, without constriction.
Respect and admiration that
needn't be fought for.
He gives this freely, expecting nothing.
I think about the way he grins,
and can't help smiling myself.
Login or register to post a comment.