Love. Poem I wrote for and read at my son James’s wedding to Emma

LOVE

Love makes you want to taste the air before the other breathes it in. Love makes your heart bulge, rear up and slip as if on a banana skin. Love is the warm wistful look when the other is not looking. Love makes you spit in defence of it as if turned on a spit. Love is the pillow on the right spot under the knee: the bath mat over the damp spot so the other does not slip: the pot warmed so the other luxuriates in Assam tea.

Love binds, bonds, holds up and fortifies, lets in the light and the room to thrive. Love leaves impressions, but does not stamp or rub us out. Love converts the fickle seasons of Life itself into condiments.

Love makes gravity yield to it; it lifts us out from under fate’s weighty shadows to the life deserved by our wits.

Now that we are weathering and our petals dropping off but our little pettys still drop in to look in on us, we pray for their health and wealth and all whatnots, but above all for them to find the Love that lasts that found us.

Mau and I at Emma and James’s wedding almost a year ago at Tidwell farm, Anran, Devon. Brilliant day, only to learn less than 48 hours later that my dear Antikath, Catherine Hughes, formerly ward administrator of the CCU at Epsom, died that same day. Devastated, I wrote her a tribute.

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By Sola Odemuyiwa

Retired cardiologist.

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