We are exploring various loves for the moment, and my dear friend, Nanynka offers her poem for consideration. Love, friendship, longing, and reflection.
Thank you, Nanynka for sharing your lovely, heartfelt poem: Do Młodego Przyjaciela (to a young friend). Your loving comments, gentle critiques, and responses are appreciated!
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I like you
as I liked my little sister
those few days when she was vunerable;
when I saw in her someone who mirrored me -
and was beautiful.
I yearn over you
as I yearn over a different life I might have lived
had I been braver, more aware
a life in which my parents made me stick with my sonatinas
when I was too shy and childish to make myself.
A life in which I traded top bunks:
my own for a distant college dorm's.
A life in which I married young -
young enough to become a mother
with my own sons and daughters to yearn over.
I dream of you
as I dream of a girl I wish I knew
though I am afraid to approach
because the crowd around her
neither asks to be remembered,
nor expects to be carried onward.
She owns so many of my dreams
but so many more belong to you.
I love you
with some share of the love I have for the boy you remind me of
and I love him
with some share of the love I have for you.
And I don't know how you are all of these things to me
when all I know of you
is a little music;
an hour at your side; talk of snow
and small towns;
also, countless times I've watched a light come suddenly into your face
and attempted to understand why.
It's a little shameless of me, that watching,
but it's hard to miss the chance to know you better.
We have you for so little time.
I pray for you
as I prayed for my hedonist, who sang Handel -
two hours of fervent music, two hours of wild prayer -
and I pray for you
as I pray for my long-ago student, who mocked fear
and laughed at God
but shared his earphones
and hugged me to his trenchcoat;
and I pray for you
as I pray for the ones who are mine by blood
though not my own -
upheld in empty arms and heart spilling over, as you are -
when I see in them "the pure, the bright, the beautiful"
and intercede without words,
terrified at what could happen to their hearts
and their minds,
and their souls
in this rapacious world.
I pray for you because
there's almost nothing else I can do for you
so I do it with all my might.