I Might Be Slow (But Well Worth Waiting For...) Poem by Daniel Ionita

I might be slow, but well worth waiting for,
the tortoise on your night gown whispered, low…
How long I waited, what was there to know,
remains our sacred, and mysterious, lore.

Our parents we’ve forgotten from the start -
those sorry sign posts left along the way.
We have each other now, you used to say…
and took my hand, my eyes, my dreams, my heart.

And thus, I crossed the seas in days of yore,
to hold your hand, to laugh with you, to weep.
We climbed high mountains, walked through valleys deep,
and you were slow, but well worth waiting for.