I loved you first: but afterwards your love
Outsoaring mine, sang such a loftier song
As drowned the friendly cooings of my dove.
Which owes the other most? my love was long,
And yours one moment seemed to wax more strong;
I loved and guessed at you, you construed me
And loved me for what might or might not be –
Nay, weights and measures do us both a wrong.
For verily love knows not ‘mine’ or ‘thine;’
With separate ‘I’ and ‘thou’ free love has done,
For one is both and both are one in love:
Rich love knows nought of ‘thine that is not mine;’
Both have the strength and both the length thereof,
Both of us, of the love which makes us one.
My loves weren’t feeling good this week … we had a stay-in-bed day with a lot of cuddles and sleepy-eyed moments.
I’m going to miss these lego battles one of these days … but still, stepping on these suckers pre-coffee is guaranteed to pull at least one “SH*T!!!” from my mouth.
If you’re a whiskey-drinking lady, you might enjoy this piece.
Hello, mahina … you’ve been blessing my words on the page … please stay around for awhile.
A book in your hand and we’re always ready to roll … or wait.
Our neighborhood carries the past into the present. The stories these homes could tell.
Find your spot. This is mine.
He’s a goal keeper … just like his Mama (not this mama … the other mama, of course! AND i didn’t get banished to my chair during this week’s game … progress!!).
Our boy is good with words. Good luck, Kumu Hanohano, in whichever adventures come next.
Pages and pages of words … mine and theirs …
Spidey is cool! Mama’s learning.
Here’s to giving and receiving love every day … xoxo