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measure in love

Five hundred twenty-five thousand
six hundred minutes
Five hundred twenty-five thousand
moments so dear
Five hundred twenty-five thousand
six hundred minutes
How do you measure, measure a year?

Work ends

I love it, but
I’m tired, still

I scroll through
my Twitter feed
as I walk to my car,
feeling both more alert
and more tired
by the tweet

But then
I climb into my car
and I am lifted–
no, catapulted–
to love
by a chorus of
voices singing
about how to
measure the
moments in
a year

These friends
(this family),
fight;
fall;
love;
run;
learn;
live,
many
while
dying

(They are
my friends,
and my family)

Even when
I step out of my car,
Rent continues
in my soul

Its silver (love)
cocoon continues
to shimmer
around me though
its notes stopped
with the car

After dinner,
my older son
pedals his bike
up ahead

I jog behind
with my younger son
on my hip

Littler J giggles.
Bouncing is fun–
so fun, he bursts
out singing his ABCs,
all the way through,
which I didn’t know
he could do

And then,
back home,
my husband’s
trying to tell me
about an article in
The New Yorker, but
I’m not really listening
because the kids are tired
and I read them
their bedtime
stories first

I feel guilty, as I begin
to read

(I should have
listened better. Why
must I be so objective
oriented?)

I try to focus on
my little boys, which
is easy because they are
so silly and sweet

Li’l D blows
spit bubbles as
Littler J pretends
a Hulk action figure
is a monkey jumping
on the bed, which
bed is actually
his brother’s
belly

When it’s Daddy’s turn
to read, both the boys
rush to snuggle him

Littler begins (again)
singing about monkeys
jumping on the bed

“Why does he keep
saying three monkeys?!”
asks Li’l D, affronted

“He’s only two,”
Daddy explains, gently.
“He doesn’t know
subtraction, yet”

Daddy sings along,
leading slightly
so that the proper
number of monkeys
remain on the bed

And I sit down
at my computer
to look at political
Twitter, but instead
find myself humming
Seasons of Love

And I know,
with every particle
of me, not only that
life is not measured
in missed tweets,
but that it’s
measured by
moments
shared in
love

Oh you got to remember the love
You know that love is a gift from up above
Share love, give love, spread love
Measure, measure your life in love

 

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  1. September 19, 2016 at 7:40 pm

    So beautiful! ❤

  2. September 20, 2016 at 12:54 pm

    Love is important. What a comfortable scene this is, I wish you and your family so much more happiness and love 🙂

  3. Paul
    September 20, 2016 at 4:57 pm

    All comes from Love. I tangentially address this in https://julienoblog.wordpress.com/2015/06/04/love-and-gravity-an-essay-by-paul-curran/

    My key board is messed so I can’t write much Sorry Am cutting and pasting letters.

  4. September 24, 2016 at 8:23 pm

    I adore this song. Actually, it was the recessional song for our wedding – and we celebrate 8 years next week! Every time I hear this song, it reminds me of the joy of walking back up the aisle with my husband. Thanks for the reminder. 🙂

  5. October 15, 2016 at 6:03 am

    One of my favourite songs from Rent 🙂

  1. September 30, 2016 at 4:50 pm

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