It was her accepted littleness
that attracted me
the smallness of her
her hands little more than mitten-sized
her voice that of an 11 year old on a woman 23
her alloted space in this life seemed tiny
and whether it was her way
of saying "we all must take up less space"
or her own inward sense of her own self
I could not tell
and moving toward her
absorbed more of her
to see what nearness
might reveal.
Her movements were delicate
small, matching her physique
a slip of a woman
barely there.
Me:
"Pleased to meet you" I said.
And in a whisper she said barely audible
"Yes, I as well."
I took her response
with the realization that she
exhibited a calmness
that was her at peace with herself;
it drew me to her
to experience its wave
of serenilty
as though it flowed through her
arched outward to those around her
onto my brittle shell
and it responded to her silent
witness.
It was my silent, frenetic soul
meeting her calm center
tha over time
we became the alert side by side
standing together.
This is how we were then,
and now, married, years later.
I drew upon her Peace
and I like to think she
held to my Alert Being.
Her allotted space in your life seems immense; did she like this poem?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lonnie, such a heartwarming poem....10++++