Here are three love poems I wrote last year. All of them based on real life love stories. The second poem is my mother and father’s love story.
“Man alive that’s good banana bread” you said.
I said “Glad you like it,
I’ll bake you banana bread whenever
you need it”
and I will will away and ward off all of your fears
wipe away all of your tears
whenever you’re crying
tell you you’re beautiful and special and never be lying
and love you
I will love you
but if you don’t want that
if you don’t want all of that
I will bake you banana bread
whenever you need it.
Come Dance With Me
Let me start this by telling you my mum’s name was Jean
And my dad thought she was the most beautiful girl that he’d ever seen
Her eyes said come dance with me
But he didn’t know how to, so how could it be.
When it came to romancing my father didn’t have a clue
So he went to lessons for ballroom dancing
And elocution too
He wanted to improve himself for her to make a better life
Hoping that one day she might agree to be his wife.
So after some months he finally danced with her
and with courage and care he gently romanced with her
He had a sadness and a darkness my dad
But she was his light
And knowing he had her love made all things alright.
He was a shy man, no performer or show off like me
But he’d sing this love song to her over the table at tea:
Jean, Jean, you’re young and alive
Come out of your half-dreamed dream
And run, if you will to the top of the hill
Come into my arms, bonnie Jean
That was magical to witness as a young boy
and remembering it now still brings me joy.
When he felt lost in sadness she’d understand
Right up to the end they would go for walks hand in hand
I never heard them once argue or raise a voice
They never regretted making their choice
To give themselves to each other
She loved my dad and he loved my mother.
They made me see that true love really could be
So before it’s too late for us
Won’t you come dance with me.
*Please note the song my father sang to my mother was Rod McKuen’s song Jean.
This next one makes new use of the “how could that be” motif, like a little echo through time:
Just Right For Me.
I saw a girl yesterday a friend said was just right for me
but she wasn’t you
so how could that be
My friend said that he’s sure she’s interested in me
but I’m not interested in her
why can’t he see.
Why can’t he see what I see when I look at you
Then he would know why she’d never do
If he heard in your voice the music I hear
Well he know then. Yes it would be clear
Why there is no other girl that’s just right for me
because if they’re not you
it just cannot be.