This is my mom and dad
About ten years before my birth;
Where it was taken I do not know
I think somewhere on earth
But there’s a story in how they’re looking
Each at one another;
And somewhere within that look there came
A father and a mother
To three little children, a girl and two boys
As different as dawn, night and noon:
They, of course, did not know all this back then
But they would find out soon
They traveled the world with their children in tow
As each one came along;
From high mountain peaks and the valleys below
With sorrow and with song
Just one other family, I guess, to those
Whose god is “society”:
Obscure and unknown to a fame-obsessed world
But everything
To me
Lovely!
Lovely couple 🙂
Everything to you
Everything to the world for
Parents are the world.
I have a picture of my parents that is similarly mysterious. It makes me wish that I could time travel, unobserved, just to see what they were like in that moment.
That would be amazing, wouldn’t it. By the time we are aware of the questions we’d like to ask, there are rarely people still there who could answer them.
What a handsome couple (with a look of restrained longing of that particular time)
That’s a beautiful description.
So special! I love this poem!
Thank you!!
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Such a lovely photo of your parents. They look so young, like almost high schoolers 🙂
Anyone else singing “go grease lightning” looking at that pic? 🎶