Recite me all the poems I wrote for you
whenever we walk to the park in the neighborhood.

Whisper me the titles of my poems dedicated to you
whenever we wait in line to pay for our grocery goods.

Sing me of the dates I placed my colons and commas wrong
whenever we stopover for coffee near our old school.

Remind me of love, of life, of mistakes that are alright
In the simplicity of everyday life, tell me to pause
and savor the minuscule events that will last a lifetime.

I hope all these good things that felt unreal
and almost ordinary
would be lingering like a poem
by Shakespeare or Dickinson.
Would we be a sad song,
or would we be a line we quote?
Or a bedtime story we told the kids before they’re old?

We would not, so I write, thinking it would last for centuries…

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About Jonathan Caswell

Mr. Caswell has been composing poetry at least since High School. He has been on WORD PRESS for ten years and contributes to two other blogs beside this one. This blog has a Christian emphasis but all bloggers are welcome. Mr. Caswell chooses to---with permission--re[post material of interest

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