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This is a blog about me, Amy,my husband, Eric, and my son's Brendon and Gabriel. I really just want a space to write down all of the little things that you forget in everyday life. I have started this blog to have a place to remember all of Brendon's (and now Gabriel's) little antics and the funny things that he says and does.

Monday, December 01, 2008

My husband

My husband is so wonderful to me. He has taken such good care of me since we started dating, and even better care of me since my pregnancy began. Sometimes I wonder if he does less for himself in order to care for me and Brendon. What I haven't ever mentioned on here is how talented of a writer/poet Eric is. He began writing at the age of 8, and has totes full of books of poetry and short stories that he has written. He used to write every single day, and now it seems that taking care of the family has taken priority, and he has no time to write. I have never been a fan of poetry, but when Eric writes, I get lost in his poetry and how he ticks. He really should be a published writer, and if asked what he would choose to do the rest of his life, he will say "be a writer". I was looking at some of his old stuff and I came across this one that he wrote shortly after we started dating:

hypothetical..................

part one.

if the wind were to take me,
and push me and pull me
towards
the edge of this cliff,
would you be there,
offering a delicate hand
and a slight smile, a smirk,
as you pulled me up again?

if the sky was to open and
try to swallow me, with it's
air of blue and it's clouds
silver-lined and hopeful,
would you hold my feet
to the ground
and not the fire?

if the earth were to split me
in two beings, one falling to
the left,
and one falling to
the right.
would you split yourself as well
to save the both of me
that would save the
both of you?

part two.

if i touch your lips again,
if my fingers feel the skin of
your face, the rise and fall
of cheekbones, the softness
of eyelids. the curve of lips
and the delicate nature of the
nape of your neck, will you
pull me back from the edge?
will you take me from this
moment? if i touch your face
as if i am sightless, only to know
you better, will you stop me
before our lips meet again?


How could I not be in love with him???


Oh, BTW, a name change for the baby is in progress. No one will know what it is until he is born.

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