Let’s outgrow our selves and be something bigger
Let’s forget them who ruined us, and be new and ripe and sweet
Let’s not go to a grave of their making
Let’s not let them win.
They cut from us our youth and beauty
But we know better, you and I
Though we crack and moan in winter’s rime
Our perennial Spring will soon become.
You’ll be my sun, and I’ll be your rain
We’ll soak up and stir and spill into each other
Climbing, reaching, blooming our way
To maybe, to somehow, to yes.
By the dogged and cherry black blood that teems through my veins
I swear I’ll never take your heart from you.
I will love you and the fruit of your future yet to be born on your steep stone hill
Not for what it might give me, but for what it’s given you –
Birthed in your dreams, formed by your hands –
Hope… promise… life.
Kay Bess – www.sometimeslife.com
© 2008
The Juice Bar 
You know I love this Kay!! 🙂
One sweet poem – tingles on the taste buds.
Beautiful Kay!
Another Kay Bess powerhouse of a poem!!!!
xoxo
Roz
Love the “cherry black blood” and “the fruit of your future”. Loved the whole poem with it’s imagery and rhythm.
I hope you have a chap book coming out because all of your poems are wonderful.
Love,
Karen