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A Poem: Invasion Memories

Updated on February 16, 2015

Twin sons joined our daughter as part of what had been our threesome. Full-sized too, for twins. 13 pounds of boys came home Christmas Day dressed as Santas.



Invaders of Our world, their world, too.

Entered in with pain, the fear of death,

and the joy of a life spared,

two lives shared.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Now, age four, invading again

from their side of the couch to mine,

with all the guile

of the day's saved-up smiles.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Advancing slowly, steadily;

testing the ground, seeking out my weakness:

a love for two children,

two people, Our twins.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Edging closer, ever closer,

seeking the heart of things.

Seeking new unchanged answers

for the same old question: Love me? Love me not?

~ ~ ~ ~ ~~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Peeping 'round my paper, expectant smiles no longer quite hidden.

Cast aside, the paper lies abandoned on the floor

beside three struggling bodies fighting to express

a day of unexpressed love wishes.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Bodies tumbling over bodies;

smiles tumbling over smiles;

these are the flood tide years,

the years before the drought.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Love, filling the memory albums for five lives;

and laughter starting the echoes

to be heard short day-years later

in a much too empty house.


© 1978 Demas W. Jasper All rights reserved.

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      Demas W Jasper 5 months ago from Today's America and The World Beyond

      Written 5 years ago, and today one of the twins' sons (our grandson Stephen) graduated with his Associates Degree from UVU.

      Let me warn you young parents, time (and the years) fly.

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      DatCool 5 years ago

      So beautiful, Dad! I know exactly how you felt. Love, twin "H"