He sticks to basics.
Eating, walking, pooping, playing,
Allowing his self-love to manifest
As love for me.
The simplicity of his being
Gifts me with joy.
But he is unaware of my complexity
Or how there's an invisible thread
That connects him to me.
Making him happy, excited or sad
Depending on where I am
On the spectrum of my feelings.
So often, he is my reflection
Leroy doesn't realize
there's a multitude of threads woven
In this tapestry called love.
He is unaware that he and I are sad now,
Not because I'm hurt,
But because my daughter is suffering.
Her pain travels to my heart
Through that strong tether
That makes me feel what she feels.
I guess I'm actually a lot like Leroy.
Perhaps, there's no need for envy.
(My daughter is waiting for a date to undergo some serious back surgery. Ironically, my husband just recently recovered from back surgery. An infection caused him a lot of pain and long hospitalization. My daughter's surgery is going to be more intense. She is now in lots of pain and is scared. Of course, I suffer with her. I know poems should not be explained. But I'm nervous and wrote this quickly so I feared it may not make any sense. Still, just wanted to join in today.)
(For Poets United.)