Tuesday, April 21, 2009

Poetry Wednesday: True Love

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I stumbled across this poem (below) by Judith Viorst who is known more perhaps for her children's books and her newspaper and magazine columns. When I looked up more information, I discovered she had also written a bit of poetry for both children and adults. So I learned something new this week.

Having managed in my own life to burn through two marriages and some number of relationships, I am yet a hopeless romantic and like to believe there is such a thing as true love. So here is my selection for our poetry Wednesday this week. I think the cartoon suits it perfectly


True Love
by Judith Viorst

It is true love because
I put on eyeliner and a concerto and make pungent observations about the great issues of the day
Even when there's no one here but him,
And because
I do not resent watching the Green Bay Packer
Even though I am philosophically opposed to football,
And because
When he is late for dinner and I know he must be either having an affair or lying dead in the middle of the street,
I always hope he's dead.

It's true love because
If he said quit drinking martinis but I kept drinking them and the next morning I couldn't get out of bed,
He wouldn't tell me he told me,
And because
He is willing to wear unironed undershorts
Out of respect for the fact that I am philosophically opposed to ironing,
And because
If his mother was drowning and I was drowning and he had to choose one of us to save,
He says he'd save me.

It's true love because
When he went to San Francisco on business while I had to stay home with the painters and the exterminator and the baby who was getting the chicken pox,
He understood why I hated him,
And because
When I said that playing the stock market was juvenile and irresponsible and then the stock I wouldn't let him buy went up twenty-six points,
I understood why he hated me,
And because
Despite cigarette cough, tooth decay, acid indigestion, dandruff, and other features of married life that tend to dampen the fires of passion,
We still feel something
We can call
True love.

1 comment:

Bee said...

This is absolutely wonderful! I love it.