One of the biggest gifts of poetry is that I can write something beautiful from the heart for those whom I love the most. I wrote this wedding poem for one of my closest friends, someone who has seen both my highs and lows, who loves me warts and all, and constantly inspires me through her strength and perseverance. Sue-Anne, you are one of the strongest women I know. Mark, welcome to the family.
For Sue-Anne & Mark
When the surgeon’s hand
and the cook’s tongue
can not taste.
sings its melody,
When the child
stops asking questions,
and breasts sag
below the waist.
When her hurt can’t stop hurting,
and his nights can’t turn to day;
there you’ll be waiting,
hand in hand, you’ll find your way.
She’ll tackle this world with you,
be the Bonnie to your Clyde,
and turn your love into
her very own magical carpet ride.
Because from the very first moment
she met you
you swept her off her feet,
and you could not wait to make her
your very own