the wedding gift

as a wedding gift, i wanted to give peaches and herm something personal and unique. something that was distinctly me and came from the heart.

so, i wrote them a poem: 

the perfect pair

  

when i sat down to write this for you, robbie, and you, ned

assorted thoughts on life began to pad around my head

reflections on what matters and what’s special and what’s true

and how the love you share is not unlike your favourite shoes

to find the perfect pair can take a lifetime or one glance

relentless, endless searching or discovery by chance

yet when the stars align and fortune winks and fate just smiles

you stumble on what’s right and instantly it’s all worthwhile

you slide into a comfort that enfolds you from the start

so every step you take sends tiny flutters to your heart

and each new path before you can be wandered unafraid

you have support to buoy you and protect you on your way

you fidget and you shuffle and adjust ‘til you feel snug

and soon a warm contentment wraps around you like a hug

your hopes and countless wishes in an instant all come true

the fit is just so perfect it seems tailor-made for you

and as you stroll together a phenomenon takes place

that fit gets even better and regardless of your pace

you head in new directions, running freely, feeling sure

your laces threaded soundly, keeping everything secure

in london or in paris or on top of primrose hill

at stage doors or by boat docks or on evenings that are still

with ice cream or some sushi or a gin and tonic toast

you travel to forever with the one you cherish most

and though you joke you’re “misfits” i should like to disagree

the fact you found each other wasn’t luck but destiny

the kind of fit you’ve got is such a wonder to behold

as though some cosmic blueprint, with a shoe print, did unfold

so as you take a breath and join your hands to say “i do”

there’s but a single blessing that i’d like to give to you

may you embrace your journey packed with love in every stride

and always walk it bravely with your converse neatly tied.

© yepimawriter 2010