Fourth Love Verse: Words (A Poem For My Children)

This is a love poem to my children, because every stage and every year of parenting was the best for me, and no matter what age they are, these words are always true. This is the fourth reading in my Love Verse Collection: verses and poems about Love, from my heart to yours. Excerpts from my upcoming book ... because a love verse is always in season, and every season is for lovers.

Transcript

Thank you for tuning in to my fourth reading in my lovers collection. This is actually a poem that I wrote for my children. It is called Words and it goes like this. Your words are not just words. Your words are important because you are important and because your thoughts and your feelings matter to me. Anything you ever want to say is exactly what I want to hear even if you think that can't possibly be true. I hang on your every word. I want to catch them, Everyone, And gather them and hold them close for as long as possible so I can relish each syllable and the way they rest against the rhythm of my heart as it beats for you. So I can breathe in your presence for longer than only the time it takes for words to be spoken. I swallow your words and love the way they taste like ice cold lemonade on a super hot day. The sound of your words and the way you say them is magical to me like hearing your favorite song makes my heart do a silly happy dance. I am excited to hear every single thing you want to share because your words are not just words. They are like the first snowflake of winter. They are like hot chocolate in your mouth and a warm mug in your red cold tingling hands after coming in from a snowball fight. They are like the excitement of your birthday or Christmas morning or the first day of summer vacation. They are like hugging your favorite stuffed animal or kisses from our new puppy. They are like a smile from your very best friend or a snuggle with our cat. They are like making a bubble beard in a very very bubbly bubble bath or getting the toy or prize you wanted in a kid's meal or in the claw machine or in the 25 cent gumball machine at the grocery store after you fumble with the coins in your tiny fingers nervous with eager anticipation and turn that sluggish handle with so much hope in your big eyes. They are like waiting a long and tiring time in line for your turn to run through a sprinkler or go down a water slide in the middle of summer and finally getting to feel the water on your skin. Your words are not just words, They are your voice. They are evidence of the only you there is. They are blessings in letter form. They are both the rich and the challenging experiences of our life together saying back to me, You are loved. Thank you.