I wake slowly lazily to linger over
the strong voice of a radio singer
crooning to me about how to love.
I start to rise but fall back thunderstruck
when I realize I have been a schmuck
all my life loving you all wrong.
Ahh Jesus if I only had known
my love was weak when I thought it strong.
If I had only lyrically known
I’d try to grow young again,
not so fully set, not so entirely grown
so I could have a re-do, make amends.
Then it comes to me all of a sudden
that I am as smart as the radio builder
and hit the wonderful snooze button
so I could reawake not so old and bitter.
For if I dream again ten minutes more
there’ll be another one singing to me
of a different way, opening the validating door
showing my tired eyes love in a way I can see
that confirms at the start of the day arriving
I have been spending all of these years
loving you, oddly enough,without striving
in a way that works for us honey boo boo dear.
© M Durfee