My favourite poem
Most people, even those who know us fairly well, would probably think that Karen is the less romantic of the two of us - not true! She often organises little romantic gestures, while I'm completely crap at that kind of thing. Instead, I show my love for her (and other important people in my life) via the things that I do for them, often just little things that are designed to make their lives easier. As such, they may go un-noticed, but it's just the way that I demonstrate love.
So this poem sums up perfectly my relationship with Karen, and how I show my love for her everyday. I'm thinking of reading it at our Civil Partnership ceremony in 3 weeks time.
ATLAS
By UA Fanthorpe
There is a kind of love called maintenance,
Which stores the WD40 and knows when to use it;
Which checks the insurance, and doesn’t forget
The milkman; which remembers to plant bulbs;
Which answers letters; which knows the way
The money goes; which deals with dentists
And Road Fund Tax and meeting trains,
And postcards to the lonely; which upholds
The permanently ricketty elaborate
Structures of living; which is Atlas.
And maintenance is the sensible side of love,
Which knows what time and weather are doing
To my brickwork; insulates my faulty wiring;
Laughs at my dry-rotten jokes; remembers
My need for gloss and grouting; which keeps
My suspect edifice upright in air,
As Atlas did the sky.
Most people, even those who know us fairly well, would probably think that Karen is the less romantic of the two of us - not true! She often organises little romantic gestures, while I'm completely crap at that kind of thing. Instead, I show my love for her (and other important people in my life) via the things that I do for them, often just little things that are designed to make their lives easier. As such, they may go un-noticed, but it's just the way that I demonstrate love.
So this poem sums up perfectly my relationship with Karen, and how I show my love for her everyday. I'm thinking of reading it at our Civil Partnership ceremony in 3 weeks time.
ATLAS
By UA Fanthorpe
There is a kind of love called maintenance,
Which stores the WD40 and knows when to use it;
Which checks the insurance, and doesn’t forget
The milkman; which remembers to plant bulbs;
Which answers letters; which knows the way
The money goes; which deals with dentists
And Road Fund Tax and meeting trains,
And postcards to the lonely; which upholds
The permanently ricketty elaborate
Structures of living; which is Atlas.
And maintenance is the sensible side of love,
Which knows what time and weather are doing
To my brickwork; insulates my faulty wiring;
Laughs at my dry-rotten jokes; remembers
My need for gloss and grouting; which keeps
My suspect edifice upright in air,
As Atlas did the sky.