'Songs Sing 05/11/2009 Poem by Margaret Alice

I love my family, I love my kids, I love
seeing their faces and hearing their
voices and holding them

I love hubby and all his schemes and
his plans for improvement and the way
he forgives

I love my mother and her hare-brained
ideas, I love my father and his notes
and his songs

I love my sister and her belligerence, I
love my poet friend who creates dreams
fragile and sweet

I love my colleagues who work so valiantly
design new forms and always help me to
conquer my fears

I love my brother and his love for words,
I love it when he cracks his whip
so that terms

Line up for him, I love his dismissal of things
that cannot be known by the senses and
sibling understanding

Of the games that I play; I love that we share
genes so that he understands everything I say
when I am confused

I love this beautiful world of music and sounds,
symbols and ideas, I love the love that I feel
for everyone

And most of all, I love the love they give me
when they laugh at my ideas, I love
eyes that are happy

I love songs that sing in my ears….