cherishing
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
together?
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.
the heart of the matter 
Good one, Amrita! I’m going to try that!
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I think you already are this!
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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,
Hal
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Thank you! And thank you for reading my offerings.
with love,
Amrita
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