avery

 

you
and your crazy-amazing
round blue eyes
convinced that you love me more
than I love you
(the grand total now is “google plus one hundred”)
and you just know that you love me better
the debate could last for…
…..hours
but I’m not as patient as I’d like
so mostly – I let you win
because I know when I leave the room
I can have the final word
I’ve loved you since before you were born – 
before those blue-to-infinity eyes looked into mine,
my hand on my tight rounding belly felt a mystery
movement inside of me
that I couldn’t control or predict
your then-tiny feet made me smile
your heart beating somewhere below mine
at first the sound of hope
and then…
fear
uncertainty
and finally a releasing of the dream of you-
who may never even breathe in my arms.
but!
four years later (no – make that five)
never-tiring you with so many words 
round and round 
in a bedtime discussion
-or walking to the mail-
you who can always one-up the number…
(is love measured in numbers?)
maybe you don’t know it yet, but…
I can always win 
because when it’s all said and done,
I’ve loved you longer.
you
and your crazy-amazing
round blue eyes
convinced that you love me more
than I love you
(the grand total now is “google plus one hundred”)
and you just know that you love me better.
the debate could last for…
…..hours
 
but I’m not as patient as I’d like
so mostly – I let you win
because I know when I leave the room
I can have the final word
 
I’ve loved you since before you were born – 
before those blue-to-infinity eyes looked into mine,
my hand on my tight rounding belly felt a mystery
movement inside of me
that I couldn’t control or predict
your then-tiny feet made me smile
 
your heart beating somewhere below mine
at first the sound of hope
and then…
fear
uncertainty
and finally a releasing of the dream of you-
who may never even breathe in my arms.
 
but!
four years later (no – make that five)
never-tiring you with so many words 
round and round 
in a bedtime discussion
-or walking to the mail-
you who can always one-up the number…
(is love measured in numbers?)
maybe you don’t know it yet, but…
I can always win 
because when it’s all said and done,
 
I’ve loved you longer.
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About ruthie.voth

Wife of one, mother of four, friend of many. Lover of details, color, good conversations, finding balance, and being honest. Passionate lover of a well-crafted sentence - even more so if it's witty. Weird blend of cynical optimist. I'm the worst kind of woman. I'm high maintenance, but I think I'm low maintenance. Somehow, people still love me. Must be grace.
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4 Responses to avery

  1. Joyce says:

    Oh, that makes me cry.

    Lovely!

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  2. Amy says:

    I’m glad you still write poems, because I always love to read them.

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  3. Uncle Dave says:

    I second the tears. That is a wonderful poem. Thanks for sharing those thoughts.

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  4. christina d says:

    best ending ever

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