So I got to thinking recently about how amazing it is that Tyler and I will be sharing our tenth Christmas together a mere two days from now. When I reflect on the fact that he and I have been through so much sickness together, and the fact that he nearly died two years ago when he was finally nearly overtaken by colitis, I am amazed. Amazed, and stricken by this sudden jolt of gratitude and relief. So, as is the norm with me, I wrote a little poem that helped to put some of my feelings out in the open. The poem is unedited as of now, and still has no title. It's a work in progress.
On a whim, and in a gesture of optimism and good faith, I have decided to share my poem with all of the awesome people who belong to our online community. I hope you enjoy it! And of course, Merry Christmas/Happy Holidays to you all!
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You, me, and your apparatus.
Whoever said three's a crowd?
On this night
perfect,
serene.
Let it be known
you are golden to me now
as you were five, seven, nine years ago.
As you have always been.
Merry Christmas, Tyler.
Another mirthful season to enjoy
relish in
absorb
together -
two figures, four footprints laid on frosted pavement.
Let me say it again
(does devotion ever grow tired?)
This repetition of thanks
sheer gratitude
for your "extra appendage."
The flesh colored parcel
that returned you to me
whole
and healthy.
God bless the freedom of
no pain.
No blood.
No hospitals.
Just you and I alone in the room,
Christmas tree lights illuminating
your imperfect allure.
Each technicolor blink set to reflect
your quirky refinement.
All the beauty that is you.
On a whim, and in a gesture of optimism and good faith, I have decided to share my poem with all of the awesome people who belong to our online community. I hope you enjoy it! And of course, Merry Christmas/Happy Holidays to you all!
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You, me, and your apparatus.
Whoever said three's a crowd?
On this night
perfect,
serene.
Let it be known
you are golden to me now
as you were five, seven, nine years ago.
As you have always been.
Merry Christmas, Tyler.
Another mirthful season to enjoy
relish in
absorb
together -
two figures, four footprints laid on frosted pavement.
Let me say it again
(does devotion ever grow tired?)
This repetition of thanks
sheer gratitude
for your "extra appendage."
The flesh colored parcel
that returned you to me
whole
and healthy.
God bless the freedom of
no pain.
No blood.
No hospitals.
Just you and I alone in the room,
Christmas tree lights illuminating
your imperfect allure.
Each technicolor blink set to reflect
your quirky refinement.
All the beauty that is you.
