people change when they are cherished—Brother Boyle

faultfinding doesn’t work
censure neither
carping and nitpicking
are most painful
I’ve lived them all

foot-tall stacks
of unattended paper
adorned my desk—
not knowing how to start,
avoidance served me
until one day
my new husband said,
want to tackle those

I anticipated shame

he sat with me,
his heart a pool of love
this one? he asked
keep, pitch, or maybe?
and so we made three piles
pitch was easy
keep got filed
I stared at maybe
the stack now half the size
what now? I asked

repeat, he said,
we’ll do this together
and he was right—
whittling went on
until maybe was gone
and blazing love remained

2023 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—not final versions.

4 thoughts on “cherishing

  1. bressonfuji73

    Dear Skye,

    Your poem, “Cherishing”, encapsulates the heart of a whole course in empathy and relationship in four stanzas. Beautiful and brilliantly done!

    Love and Namaste,




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