My lovely husband, Douglas McKercher, wished me well as I galloped off on my yearly week-long writing get-away. To show my appreciation for his constant support, and for putting up with sparkles and barn board, both of which he hates and I love, I wrote him this poem.
Happy National Poetry Month everyone!
Sweet lover of mine, so soft, so tender
I walk through your heart into my dreams
Dreams I never knew I had
Until you appeared
And reached out, ever so gently
So, so gently
For my hand, for my heart
My little heart
So broken, so lonely, so scarred
So scared of so many things
People, places, a look, an offside remark
Too intense, too sensitive, too everything
But not for you.
You scooped me up, you soothed my spirit…
It was ok, you said, to just be me.
I listened, I learned, I loved
Slowly, slowly, slowly
Ever so slowly
Freedom, I never had
And here we are
Yesterday long gone
Our youth far behind, so far
Our love so steadfast, so genuine
So mine, so forever.
Love,
Erin
April 2017, Tamworth, Ontario
