A Love Exists.
A Poem
A Love exists,
that digs so deep into your heart,
You wonder if it will meet an end.
A fullness surrounds your mind,
That rubbishes the need for food and water.
And light, and air.
Attached to this love is a pre-approved sacrifice,
Ready to be executed
Even though danger’s still far.
There is a dream.
One you piece together yourself.
Glued in place by well wishes and prayers.
Brighter even, than the visions a girl has of her wedding day.
It is more intoxicating than the wish for a restful old age.
It is natural and pure — of course, it is.
Still, one is ready to fix it when need needs.
There is a prayer,
That seeks not to make the self greater than others.
So genuine that it frees itself of fluff.
It is specific to the last blessing,
Placing an affirmation in the very first thing
Under its control; the name.
Aaron… Exalted.
Abira… strong.
Oh, that prayer. It is generous.
Still,
Whatever pride one feels at the sight of their child...
However big the size of their relief-sigh,
Whatever the weight of their love,
However light the burden on their shoulder,
Whatever load has left their heart,
However high the swell in their chest,
A multiplication occurs;
A times-ing of this feeling.
Everything doubles,
When you've had to wait eight years for the arrival of your own bundle.
A sweet life. Promising by virtue of its very existence.
Blessed by the years of waiting.
Yes, there is a love. And it is that perfect.
Dedicated to all parents-in-waiting; Your bundle is on the way.
