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
