Things I Love—A Poem

I love springtime anywhere,

but I think the longhorn cattle

in the Texas bluebonnets

love it even more.

I love music by

young people.

They rearrange notes

that come out

fresh and young,

sounding like hope.

I love Oikos

apple pie yogurt.

It’s health and home

   in every bite.

I love new babies

and their sweet smell,

freshly minted in heaven.

(Do you think angels

dust them with that

right before birth?)

I love a baby sinking into me

 in the rocking chair,

while I hum a lullaby

until we both sleep.

I love poetry,

writing words,

feelings out loud,

to share my heart–

   so someone

can feel it beating.

I love Alan’s kiss hello

 each morning,

and my kiss goodnight

 to him each night.

I love all of my

sons and daughters,

 those of my flesh and

   those of my soul.

I pray for them

all each day.

Most of all,

I love God.

I’m thankful He still listens,

because…I talk to Him,

ALL. THE. TIME.

If I were God,

I’d break up with me

for so much talking,

but He assures me

He loves our talks and

would be heartbroken

if I stopped talking

to Him and telling

Him what I love.

God is so lovely,

Isn’t He?

He IS love, completely.

He loved me first.

So I love and love,

and hope to be,

more love, so someday,

when I die,

all that will be

left of me

is a sunbeam of love,

shining on the floor.
©Elaine Wood-Lane

     4/16/14