can love be something real - man across the sea
i often wonder at this - it is done
in acts so small - few notice, a nun
my namesake, mentioned in passing
that we were meant for nothing great
but to do the insignificant with great
love: the engineer before my engineer
made it quiet clear what love was - to do something
that one would rather not do at a
time one would rather do anything
else: i never did let him walk me to
my car and i wonder why - i did not
trust him
can love be real: readily given in work
each day, a mother knows this instinctively, even a bad one like me
that wakes across town some days: middle
earth is what i call it as i snuggle closer
his arm wrapped around me, long enough
to pull me in and he releases me in time
so i can always be there as my children wake
