Gift and Burden
Love is both gift and burden
Like having a child
It must be tended
To in all the rote ways
Dependent as it is while
So young and fragile.
But it will never cease
To surprise you.
Some mornings you will wake
And pinch yourself
Hardly believing this is your life
That you have been entrusted
With something so imperiled and precious
But it is not yours to control
It has a mind of its own
You will be shocked to find
How well it can do without you
It grows up, matures
Becomes itself
But by then it won’t matter
By then it has become your whole life
Which is not your old life
Anymore
5/18/24
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