A Valentine Poem on St. Patrick's Day
Few people know how many and varied are the professor's talents. He can watercolor, throw pots, is the best $#&*@! sandcastle builder anywhere, and he also writes wonderful poetry. So when he asks me what I want for Christmas/my birthday/mother's day/our anniversary I always ask him to write me a poem. This is one he wrote this year for Valentine's Day. It begins with an article called the U-bend of Life for any of you who don't live and die by the Economist (you don't know what you're missing!).
Nadir
Happiness,
the researcher said
Was ours when we were young
and will,
The researcher said,
Be ours when we have left
the low point:
When we finally grow old,
turning our attention
from our children to ourselves,
from others back to us.
The researcher said.
But what about those looks
the white heads turning
on wrinkled necks
craning to drink in all of this,
Our nadir
They watch our children
like a cat watches a bird
fearful that these plovers might start
and fly
and be lost
and that there may be
no other birds
So they must let their eyes
dart
from little mud-colored heel
to the nape of a neck
under the pony-tails
Those looks
those feral, starving looks
make me re-think all
That the researcher said.
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Love you both just oodles.