This post is late – by one week, but not without good reason. The poem below, which I wrote in honor of Lam’s birthday, came together in small, changing pieces. – David
Happy birthday – one week late
This year has been tough and felt long
and we’re still pushing on.
To me, you are still standing there – at the dinner by the sea and I’m noticing you for the first time.
It feels wonderful – exciting and unsure.
Thirteen years has passed since then and our two children have arrived and celebrated their own birthdays.
And when I think of what gifts I’d like to give you that you’ve given me
it’s the moments of holding your eyes in mine and smiling
saying the same thing at the same time
watching the cozy, simple comedies we love
walking in parks and not knowing the way back
opening the door and seeing you there
hearing your hello on the drive/walk/after a meeting
seeing your books stacked next to mine
knowing you’ll see me age and I you
talking news, politics, children, philosophy and love.
And these, over this last hard year, are what shine when I look back
and what make me smile to have you here with me another year.
Happy birthday – one week late.