Day 599 of the daily poems, and for our poet Julia Usher the years of espousal affirm a sacred love …
Sacred
there have been sacred trees,
that cut down make the paper
for the lover’s wish:
most sacred is your smile to me
your hand taking and holding mine..
… the hair of my child’s head,
soft and fair …
and your hair, too, my love,
when trimmed and cut,
the locks fallen to the floor …
… each strand saved and precious to me,
as you forever will be …
Julia Usher