He tells me it just “comes out” and it’s true- I’ve seen it happen. I wonder though how his mind can work this way. Five minutes ago I sent him an email letting him know that my house is officially on the market. Five mintes later he sent me this… a poem- for us, me. him. you. those & they. It’s a poem for me, yet I think so many can relate. Can they?
He’s written like this for as long as I’ve been his sister. Forty years. Sometimes I am just in awe because he can capture what I can’t say…no matter how many words I write.First Seeing When we first saw the place We knew We were so certain All our dreams would be fulfilled We would all be there For generations to come Especially the new one We had brought along that was tugging on our sleeves Wanting to climb up into the branches of our arms. We knew ahead of time All the laughter that would float in the air Like bubbles from those silly toys that every child gets sooner or later Spinning, spinning as they made them Their eyes focused on every one Distracted While you and eye failed to see Eye to eye As conversations descended into Eye for an eye. Soon enough All we could see was a future Far away from the big elm tree In the center of our little circular drive You drove away first, or I made you I would follow later Going the other direction Leaving only The dreams and the big elm tree For the Realtor to show The next generation of couples.