When you fall in love
There will always be naysayers.
Don’t listen to them.
When I met my first boyfriend,
We walked nine miles from dusk to dawn,
Lost in conversation.
My mother said, “He’s too young for you,
Too immature. How can you think of dating him?
You’re taking advantage.”
When I met my second boyfriend,
He sprang to open doors and lived to make me laugh,
his smile like a sunrise.
My brother said, “It’s so messed up,
The way he jumps to do whatever you say.
You just enjoy having power.”
When I met my third boyfriend,
He thawed out my frozen imagination,
Brought spring to my wintering soul.
My friend said, “He’s 24 years old,
And he still lives with his parents. You should force him
To show a little independence.”
I HEREBY MAKE THIS VOW
That when my daughter, my sibling, my friend, comes to me,
And says, “I’m in love.”
I won’t say anything