For My Bubby

Steady hands, honest gazer

I crave to etch words in your marble


Love to make my mark

where it shall remain

and if it





You’ll touch the infinite cast edges


And when I turn away

And when I shut it out

And when I wretch —

to what?


I don’t know


The conviction

despite feeble veneer

is carved nonetheless


And when what I say is love

crazily makes its loop

again and again


it’s still a loop


gaining strength on many returns


and when you wonder

run fingers over the stone


know this unbounded love

tries not to be






But sometimes I forget

and sometimes I forget


Then: marble


One Response to “For My Bubby”

  1. […] here’s the poem I wrote for him a couple anniversaries ago, and now I’m off to do another one. For our 50th, […]

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