It is difficult -
Waiting for a letter from you,
Going to the mailbox,
Each day,
Like a toddler to the shining tree
On Christmas morning.
The letters, cards, and colored flyers
Are bright wrappings,
Teasing me with their layers
To find the hidden treasure
(Which I imagine
Lies already in my grasp,
Just waiting to be found) -
A glimpse into your soul.
I'm embarrassed at my disappointment -
Our love seems so new to mean so much,
And, for all my years, friendships,
The vitality of my mind, past success,
I suddenly feel foolish -
As if I had attempted to take a treat
From a jar I emptied earlier.
Do I mistake the wonder
Of your unfolding for love?
Is it the child in me,
Forced too soon into adult roles,
That reaches out to nurture you?
And, more than half a world apart,
Can love find a common ground?
I shrug off my doubts like autumn leaves
And wait for the spring of a new day,
My mind already anticipating the postman's steps.
did Abekah know more than the rest of us? ? ? i like this poem, written, it seems, by a romantic who never outgrew Christmas. not that it is a bad thing to have happen, IF limits are set! ! to MyPoemList and what, pray tell, happened at last? favorite lines: I shrug off my doubts like autumn leaves And wait for the spring of a new day, My mind already anticipating the postman's steps. of course, NOW they are letter carriers (male or female) . bri :)
Well, when you know you will be receiving a dear John's letter, you become anxious for the post.The letter will arrive soon. ha! Love is indeed a magical feeling.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i have room in parts of my/our January showcases for this. what say you? bri aka brian :)