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He knows me well, and so his slightest glance
Conveys a sonnet's worth of loving thought.
He speaks my mind so often it's not chance
And I say what he's thinking, like as not.
I brush his shoulder as I pass his chair,
Or as he drives, reach out and tap his knee.
He leans his head back as I stroke his hair
Then turns back to his work, away from me.
We could say more, but other things intrude,
And evenings are too short to get things done.
Our common terseness might be seen as rude
But one word's wealth, when there is need for none.
A word, a touch, our deepest feeling shows:
The petal is effective as the rose.

Originally posted on Making Light.
evilrooster: (Default)
He knows me well, and so his slightest glance
Conveys a sonnet's worth of loving thought.
He speaks my mind so often it's not chance
And I say what he's thinking, like as not.
I brush his shoulder as I pass his chair,
Or as he drives, reach out and tap his knee.
He leans his head back as I stroke his hair
Then turns back to his work, away from me.
We could say more, but other things intrude,
And evenings are too short to get things done.
Our common terseness might be seen as rude
But one word's wealth, when there is need for none.
A word, a touch, our deepest feeling shows:
The petal is effective as the rose.

Originally posted on Making Light.

Eventide

Dec. 12th, 2006 09:35 pm
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It's hard to pry the schoolboy from the Wii
Or his admiring sister from the couch
(She likes to watch him play). For me,
To make them move means being Mama Grouch.
But up the stairs and out of clothes they go
Then run and hide, one giggler per bed,
Until the tub is full. It's then, they know,
I'll come and pull the duvet off each head.
The bath is soothing, time to settle down,
Then brushing teeth and choosing one book each.
He fidgets, but she listens with a frown
And wants the book left close within her reach.
A kiss, two kisses, and two hugs goodnight
A last shared smile, and I turn out the light.

Originally posted on Making Light.

Eventide

Dec. 12th, 2006 09:35 pm
evilrooster: (Default)
It's hard to pry the schoolboy from the Wii
Or his admiring sister from the couch
(She likes to watch him play). For me,
To make them move means being Mama Grouch.
But up the stairs and out of clothes they go
Then run and hide, one giggler per bed,
Until the tub is full. It's then, they know,
I'll come and pull the duvet off each head.
The bath is soothing, time to settle down,
Then brushing teeth and choosing one book each.
He fidgets, but she listens with a frown
And wants the book left close within her reach.
A kiss, two kisses, and two hugs goodnight
A last shared smile, and I turn out the light.

Originally posted on Making Light.

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