Love Poem

Back in November, Hubby and I had the pleasure and honor of participating in, and attending the wedding of my childhood best friend.

She had a Love Poem read at the ceremony that was written by a family friend, and it was such a beautiful poem.

It was printed in the program, but because I was a bridesmaid, and Hubby was tending to Tracey Ann neither one of us was able to make it away with a program.  Luckily, in this day of email, my friend was able to email me the poem so that I can share it here.

Love Poem 
by Jack Ridl

[He] makes the smallest talk I’ve ever heard.

                                              --John Woods

The smaller the talk the better.

I want midgets in my mouth.

I want to sit with you and have us

solemnly delight in dust; and one violet;

and our fourth night out;

and buttonholes. I want us

to spend hours counting dog hairs,

and looking up who hit .240

in each of the last ten years.

I want to talk about the weather;

and detergents; and carburetors;

and debate which pie our mothers made

the best. I want us to shrivel

into nuthatches, realize the metaphysics

of crossword puzzles, wait for the next

sports season, and turn into sleep

holding each other’s favorite flower,

day, color, record, playing card.

When we wake, I want us to begin again

never saying anything more lovely than garage door.