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Love Poem

My mother wouldn’t stand up
to wave. My father made certain
the door locked behind me.

But when I went for your door
you came too. Your mouth
made a flute of my arm,

its music a glass on the past.
My love, my love, went its song.
Now there is no need to leave.


Copyright © 2016 by Susan Wheeler. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on December 6, 2016, by the Academy of American Poets.

About this Poem

“I wanted to write a simple and direct poem to the person I love and live with.”
—Susan Wheeler


Susan Wheeler

Author Susan Wheeler has published several collections of poetry and a novel

Date Published: 2016-12-06

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