Happy 7TH Kirk & Nikki, “I Am Glad You’re Here”

Hello Bloginistas!

Two of my very close friends had their 7th wedding anniversary at the beginning of this month. I wrote a poem for them that I read at their wedding and realized that I had never posted it here. The previously posted “To My Child” is a sequel to this poem, about their first daughter.

So…Here it is!

I Am Glad You’re Here

Seventy-one years, three-hundred twenty-two days
After the dawn of the twentieth century,
A baby boy was born.

Seventy-eight years, three-hundred thirty-four days
After the dawn of the twentieth century,
A baby girl was born.

With less than fifteen miles and just seven years
Between these everyday epiphanies,
They were separated by nothing but geography and time.

Their Mothers looked at them;
Wrinkly, cottoned, brand new,
And said:
“I am glad you’re here”.

They were blessed with sturdy nests and loving hands.
They flourished in these nests,
Growing,
Each milestone a spectacular first,

First Smile,
First Crawl,
First Steps,
First Word.

When the First Day of School came,
Their Mothers shuttling them off in tears and triumph,
They met their first best friend, this friend said:
“I am glad you’re here”.

When the First Best Teacher came along,
Some frustrated day in the past,
Lifting the veil away from

“Till We Have Faces” or
Sentence Structure or
“The Lord of the Flies” or
Prepositional Phrases,

Succeeding in bringing
Light to a
Child’s darkness,
The boy and girl both said:
“I am glad you’re here”.

In Adolescence,
That Whitewater,
Their river guides would come
In many forms,

Making their passages easier,
Cushioning the blows of
Young Adulthood,
Allowing them to
Breathe a sigh of relief,
Allowing them to say,

“I am glad you’re here”.

One fortunate Thursday in Early June,
Five years, one hundred fifty-three days
After the dawn of the twenty-first century,

At a library drenched
In chaos and song,
Would be the first time
They would say to each other:

“I am glad you’re here”.

Chronos marched on,
Leaving in his wake
The upstream and down,
The zenith and the nadir,
The positive and negative,
The black
and
The white.

The boy and the girl,
Having found each other,
Were able to balance these
Contradictions with
Ease.

They had found
Compatriot,
Confidante,
Companion.

They could say to each other,
With even deeper meaning,

“I am glad you’re here”.

One day,
Six years, one hundred forty-eight days
After the dawn of the twenty-first century,
At a party steeped in mirth, tempered by memories,

The boy found himself on a carousel,
Surrounded by friends.

The girl had tried for her free ride
On this carousel before,
But this time, it was the boys turn.

He presented her with the captured amulet proudly,
A concrete promise of
The many free rides to come.

She took it, gently, with
“Yes” in her eyes and
Tears of joy in her heart.

Her soul running over,
She turned to the boy, then to all their friends
and said:

“I am glad you’re here”.

And on this day,
Seven years, two hundred seventy-three days
After the dawn of the twenty-first century,
Where Aphrodite’s Blessing
Makes their sterling
Past, present and future
Brilliantine,

The boy
and
The girl can

Declare to their Mothers,
Cry to the Heavens,
Say to their Friends,
Call out to God,
Sing to their loved ones,
Whisper to each other,

“I am glad you’re here”.

© Jamy Sweet 2007-10-06

Jamy 😀

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