Poetry Corner

I'm sure you are all very aware that April is National Poetry Month. You have probably been hard at work on a new collection of poetry to share with the world. Well, it was my birthday a couple days ago, and it has become a tradition of mine to write a poem every year on my special day. There has been nothing worth sharing over the last few years, but the one I wrote for my 32nd has been applicable ever since then, and is my personal favorite, so enjoy a little poetry with Leah today.

32 and...

I'm 32 and I'm in love. More love than I can give in so little time to so many.

I'm 32 and I'm in love with Joel.
My husband, my partner, my friend and my lover. My sounding board and encourager, my heart and my life.
Without whom life would be empty, lonely, lost.

I'm 32 and I'm in love with Lukas. My bright shining light who finds joy in Christmas and birthdays and celebrating life with me. My determined son, hard worker, good friend. Stubborn and willful, but bright-eyed and wonderful. I love my firstborn son.

I'm 32 and I'm in love with Gabe. My bigger than life tender heart. One moment pressing and pressing until I can take no more, the next moment embracing everyone and everything around him as I watch in wonder. Getting soaked in the rain, covered in mud, he never does anything half way. I admire his ability to live life with no holds barred.

I'm 32 and I'm in love with Brody. My baby boy with personality that pops. A stubborn will that refuses to be broken, except on his own terms. A sweet, pleasing smile and ornery grin that shows his understanding of everything around him. Bright blue eyes and too much cuteness that gets him out of many a scrape.

I'm 32 and I'm in love with Hope. My baby girl that changed my world. I don't know which way to turn. Bound by more than blood, by life, another bearer of life, femininity and hope. Beholder of beauty that shines on her face, but comes from her heart. Precious baby of mine, we're in this together. And I'm in love with her.

I'm 32 and I'm in love with a houseful of bare feet and broken toys. Lovers of life and whiners. Givers of joy and needers of comfort. At times I've nothing left to give, sapped dry...

and then I cry to my loving Lord, who loves them even more than I.

And He fills me up and sets me down in this imperfect life He's given to me and says,
"I'm enough."

So I'm 32 and I'm in love with Him,
I'm 32 and I'm in love with them,
I'm 32 and I am loved.

What more could there be?