didn’t we kiss for the first time
yesterday, on this too brief passage
through the invisible gardens
of time? the dogwoods
by the old dutch church drop all
of their flowers at once, blanketing
the ancient graves with white
for a single day each year. memory
is all the immortality we’re offered.
this, at least, we must promise one another –
me, I vow never to forget your eyes,
and you, you my love
must always remember my hands.
Sally- thank you so much for you most thoughtful comments. You’re the best!
This will always be my favorite poem and image. Your memory is permeated with such love and tenderness that it asks the question of every reader, “What is that you promise to remember about your loved one?” This poem started a discussion in our home. I was promised a love poem after 35 years of marriage 🙂 !! Instead, I think it will be the finished song that began on my wedding day.
Congratulations Jeff, Sweet Tribute. why do they put up with us anyway?