You are a
Birthday present that
I discovered nestled
In a closet
Surprised and tempted
I don’t take
But simply touch
And wonder what
Wonderful gift sits
Inside daily I
Peer in knowing
That one day
Soon I will
Unwrap you having
You then forever
More as mine
It’s the little
Things the buttons
On your shirt
That challenge me
It’s your toothbrush
That I find
Looking for mine
It’s your side
Of the truth
Or the bed
It’s your shoes
That don’t fit
Me but everything
Else that you
Are fits fine
My dear boy
Your heart is
Breaking by loss
Everything begins and
Everything ends we
Often don’t splash
In the puddle
Of life thinking
That rain comes
But when it
Doesn’t and life
Dries up we
Cry grieve now
Knowing that love
Will fill your
Puddle and once
Again soon you’ll
Splash being silly
At first you
Were the espresso
Hot slightly bitter
Smooth and small
Now years later
We’ve outgrown that
Now we’re a
Concoction of things
Some silky some
Steamy a dollop
Of this that
Now hangs on
Lips causing laughter
We are now
Our little lattes
Sprinkled with the
Spice we are
When I write
Words take my
Hands and pull
Me to the
Dance floor they
Spin me and
Dip they tease
Me with the
Harmonies of their
Melodies they whisper
Into my ear
I’m all yours
My love let
Us waltz and
Samba and be
Together right here
Gleefully exhausted I
Slump and begin
To do this
Now to you
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 