In the middle of making her famous peanut butter chocolate chip cookies
as she observed the first batch in the cookie jar displayed
his wife mused, "In all our years together I wonder…
how many of these cookies have I made? "
And that got him to wondering not just about all the cookies she's prepared
but about how many other moments…like this one…they have shared.
In all their time together…all those hours, days and years
how many smiles have they shared with one another…
how many laughs…how many tears.
How many whispers. looks and touches
How many sounds…how many sights
How many ‘good mornings' given and returned
How many kisses and ‘good nights."
How many joys and sorrows have they shared
How many sun rays…and moon beams
How many fears have they divulged…how many hopes, wishes and dreams.
How many times have they hugged or sang or danced together
How many walks across the sand
How many times have they said ‘I love you'
Leaned on each other… held each other's hand.
"I remember the first time I told you I love you." He said
as he grabbed one of the cookies…about to have himself a snack
but I imagine, just like these cookies, as to how many…I long ago lost track."
"I think of life…our life together, as a continually evolving rhyme
and I think one of the beauties of love…is how we lose track of time."
"Love is experiencing something together for the first time
that becomes a treasured part of our past…
and being blessed to experience many more moments together
before that one moment that will be our last."
"Perhaps loves most precious gift, " he said,
"which often goes unspoken and unseen…
Is to have so much happiness from the first moment to last moment
that we lose track of all the moments in between."
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Last stanza brilliant, but its BISCUITS not COOKIES across the pond..... Top marks.