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HE NEVER SAYS I LOVE YOU AND WALKS AWAY
Nancy Briskay Cornell Lipsius
2/12/22-1/3/1998
(This Untitled poem was in Nancy’s collections of writings)
He never says “I love you”
And walks away
“I love you” is in his eyes
When he looks my way
And tucks me into the
Warmth of his smile.
“I love you” is in the tedium
Of waiting
To drive me to work or take me home,
To take me shopping,
Or just to wander ‘round our favorite mall.
Delaware Park, hand in hand.
“I love you” is the not-quite-by-accident
Touch of hands
Holding the hymnal.
In the mingling of tears
By the grave side.
“I love you” is in the joy and excitement
Of shared adventures in Germany
When I come to him weary and spent
His home-cooked dinner,
Complete with wine,
Is “I love you.”
“I love you” is in the silence
By the fire, book in hand,
nodding, dreaming.
“I love you” is the clash of thoughts,
ideas,
The sometimes
Petty
Bickering.
His “I love you” is tenderness, cradling
A new-born,
The depth of his patience with a toddler taking first steps,
His stern rebuke to a teenager taking too many steps.
He holds me up as a princess
With his “I love you”
Offered with the silly gifts,
The ripe red tomato from his garden.
“I love you” is in all his triumphs,
Inept trials and errors.
He never says “I love you”
And walks away.
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(Her daughter Cynthia: I believe this one was written for Dad.)
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