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Reader A. H. writes that his family disapprove of his choice of life-partner and says, “My family are everything to me, but so is the woman I love. What can I do?”
The reader must make a choice, and I would not presume to advise. I would only say that if his family are as close as they would appear to be, the chances are they will come, sooner or later, to his choice of bride. Sadly, it is a choice many LGBT men and women around the world also have to face.
As I have often said on the blogs, in preambles and poems alike, love comes in many shapes and forms, but there is a common denominator – survival. Where strong and true, love can endure even the worst life throws at it, in life or death; where unacceptable to some, that is their loss.
I have seen families split by life choices made by this or that member. Sometimes our choices prove to be at worst misguided, at best flawed, but all of us need to learn by our mistakes, and that works for everyone concerned. Closed doors can be re-opened, but there needs to be a clear will on both sides, not always there...so they remain closed, everyone left asking why, and expecting someone else to make the first move.
Love never dies, but it is as capable of inflicting hurt and being hurt by human nature as any of us or nature itself.
COMING, READY OR NOT or NOW & THEN
Once,
I’d hide in an old tree
for
an ages-old game of hide-and-seek
among
peers grown young
with
me, Apollo taking a peek
through
leaves of spring
taking
my side, a brisk south wind
up
for playing its part,
while
letting rip with a warning shout,
“Coming,
ready or not...!”
Once,
I’d lie by that same tree,
feeling
blessed for having you at my side
the
two of us so happy
just
to be together, no words needed
to
express expectations
of
a future to build, share and enjoy
in
such ways as love brings
for
letting rip to the world with a shout,
“Coming,
ready or not...!”
Now,
returned to that old tree
to
share treasured memories of you-me- us,
revisit
the dreams we shared,
ask
why we were able to fulfil so few,
parted
as we were too soon,
yet
thankful, indeed, we’d found
in
each other such life-forces
as inclined to let rip to the world with a shout,
“Coming,
ready or not...!”
Among
leaves of an old tree, hear Apollo shout,
“Coming,
ready or not...!"
Copyright R. N. Taber 2021
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