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….
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