Love Poem
Published in Poem Of The Day
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.
About This Poem
"I wanted to write a simple and direct poem to the person I love and live with."
-Susan Wheeler
About Susan Wheeler
Susan Wheeler is the author of "Meme" (University of Iowa Press, 2012). She teaches at Princeton University and lives in East Millstone, N.J.
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(c) 2016 Susan Wheeler. Originally published in Poem-a-Day, www.poets.org. Distributed by King Features Syndicate
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