Such a cliche, maybe, but when I’m feeling lost, poems help me find my way. Often it’s the same ones that I go back to, reliable old friends that remind me what matters. Walt Whitman, Emily Dickinson, Mary Oliver, Langston Hughes, e.e. cummings, Maya Angelou, Wendell Berry.
Sometimes I find new ones and they immediately become old friends. I know they’ll make the permanent rotation as soon as I read them. This is my new favorite:
It sums up my entire marriage. Matt and I, planners through and through, but so terrible at taking things slowly and deliberately when it comes right down to it.
I found these Valentine’s poems for married people via the brilliant Cup of Jo and I read every one and I laughed out loud FOR REAL, not in the LOL kind of way.
This one’s my favorite:
When we have children,
They will watch no television.
We will be different from those other parents,
And we will take pride in our being better.
Fast-forward seven years,
And it’s Sunday morning,
Do you know who our friend is?
SpongeBob SquarePants, that’s who.
And, yes, you can have Mentos for breakfast.
I may need to write a few honest poems myself…
Also, we have two wedding anniversaries, and here‘s why. Romantic -ish!