All These Things

You smile at me in such a way
that makes us both cry (a little)
for love of these ordinary moments
of watching life go by together:
how the kids grow and how
the world repeats itself
(for better and for worse)
and how love deepens
miraculously tho the scars.
All these things we ponder
in our hearts like Mary
until they make sense or
(even better) until we come to peace.

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