Valentine's Day Poem


I am not a poet, but I've started a tradition of writing a poem each February, to my four sons. The trick is to use their names (River, Ridge, Rowan--as in the tree, and Ryder) in some way, in the poem.

They are simple, foolish little poems, but perhaps over the years I'll get better.

Previous poems: 2006, 2007, and 2008.






















The Day You Became Mine


The day you became mine,
the sky wept for joy.
Mountain ridges gathered
each
drop,
And sent the glad tidings
to the river
below.
Swelling with excitement,
the river sent the message
downstream.
Absorbed, the trees published
that you were mine,
on each leaf,
in red.
Riding the wind,
the news spread
far and wide.
The ground blushed,
and the wise earth
sighed
knowing that long before
you became mine,
I was yours.



Alina Nackos Murdock
February 2009
A poem to my boys, River, Ridge, Rowan and Ryder.