I wanted to share one of my favourite poems and the feelings and love it incites in me.
It’s so rare that people share poems anymore, which is such a shame. They are such powerful artifacts of times in our lives and the feelings they encapsulate. In a few simple words they can bring us back to our past, they can relive memories, reconnect ourselves to the lives we’ve lived, and sometimes even break us all over again.
I hope this inspires someone to read more ee cummings, to discover a new poet, or to share a poem they love with someone close to them.
More and more, I feel I understand we’re all on borrowed time. Just trying to connect and make the most of the time I’ve been gifted.