The Love Starts to Return - Poetry by Jessica Cotten

Once, you gave us a gift.

A work of art, unique and special.

We loved it, back then.

 

We lost sight of the gift, of its beauty.

We forgot what you said.

Love, your love, disappeared from our memory.

 

But sometimes, when the wind blows,

we start to remember.

We hear the dolphins sing,

we start to remember.

The sun rises,

spreading its reflection in colors

we could never dream up ourselves,

and we start to remember. 

 

Caterpillars are reborn,

flowers unfurl,

birds take flight,

leaves cast themselves off of trees

And we remember.

 

The land we once loved,

Given to us again.

The giver of the gift,

Calling to us again.

 

We remember

what it means to belong,

and we remember our charge:

Make a home for all.