When two become one, the base remains two.
When two multiplies to four, the base remains two.
Time invested.
Birthing and unconditional love.
Your child’s everything
until independence blooms.
Time apart increases.
They see more, learn more.
And you step in and out,
never fully immersed again.
And they leave.
You are the beginning two again.
Memories, age spots,
and more love.
Knowing as they become two and multiply,
it is a cycle born to repeat itself.
And the most important arc is the base of two.
That is the constant.
Sharing with Open Link Night at dVerse, the virtual pub for poets, where today there is no prompt. We’re free to post one poem of our choosing, Pub opens at 3 PM Boston time. Come join us!
lillian the home poet 
Lovely, and so true.
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Thank you! Glad you enjoyed. This idea was in the “brewing” for several months and finally flowed to this.
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Brava.. 🌹
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Thank you!
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I have to love anything with such clever math inside.. and it works so well. An ideal cycle
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Glad you enjoyed. This idea was “brewing” for several months. Took Bermuda’s muse during early mornings on the deck for the words to come.
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I love your combination of age spots and mathematics. So very true is this wonderful poem.
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Maybe the age spots are like the gunslinger’s notches on his belt, except the stand for all the moments of love we’ve had — but each one is in multiples ❤
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Very wise and absolutely lovely, Lillian! I too like the combination of age spots and maths, although I’m not very good at maths! But I do have the age spots 🙂
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I wear my age spots thankfully!❤
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Interesting play of emotion and mathematics.
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This idea played in my mind for a long time before finally coming out in words.
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Oh Lillian, this is soo beautiful and poignant both at the same time ❤️
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Thank you, Sanaa.
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Very nice poem about base two.
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For me, two is the key.
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Very wise words so cleverly written. Long live the constant!
Kind regards
Anna :o]
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Amen!
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They say that rendered down to its essence, everything becomes mathematics. Your heartfelt & lovely poem makes me want to go hug my wife–reflecting on our decades of marriage, our three daughters & 7 grandchildren–beauteous math indeed.
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Beauteous math — exactly! ❤
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I love this for the simplicity of the mathematical concept, and for the human condition where we must nurture and grow our offspring and then let them go. You let go with grace.
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What a lovely lovely comment, Alison. Thank you!
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Love by numbers 😉
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😊 I’ll toast to that! 🍷
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The more children you have, the more you realise how good it was being just two. I’m looking forward to getting back to that prime number again 🙂
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I loved parenting — but it is also letting go and we do enjoy our lives together!
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We’re not experiencing the anguish of letting go, more the irritation of pushing out.
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There are those who can’t get back to two again, sad to say. Your words are well drawn and a good read.
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I am indeed grateful for the love of my life. ❤
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Constant and steady love as children grow up and leave the nest ~ You both are lucky to have that strong base Lillian ~
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Thankful for every day. ❤
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Love how this takes us through the years. 🙂
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So glad you enjoyed. It’s a journey…
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Yes it is! Oh, such a beautiful truth, Lillian.
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So glad you enjoyed, Angela.
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Oh, I wish! That’s exactly what I hoped and thought, but sadly no… Nevertheless, a lovely and hopeful poem, and I like the playfulness with which you brought mathematical terms and concepts.
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I’m glad you enjoyed the post. We are truly blessed and thankful for every day.
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Very clever comparing life to math. This poem is full of truths, Lillian.
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Glad you enjoyed, Bekkie.
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Oh, were it constant. Instead, sometimes, instead of 2/(1+1) (two kids and two parents), it is 2/1 + 2/1. And when kids leave, 1+1 splits up because they never really bonded except for family.
But it is beautiful when the math works. My poem(s) reflect the beauty of what happens after the poor bonding of two, finally breaks and new hope — a new nest. It is sad when kids leave but as you say, it is natural.
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We understand we are truly blessed — and we are indeed thankful for every day. It is true….there are indeed different reiterations of the math for some, and happily so.
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Love this. No kids yet, but loving the time I have to build the base with my hubby.
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Ah….it is a wonderful time of friendship and love … and good sleep too! 😊 Enjoy!
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Age spots and love. Loved it! Wise words.
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So glad you enjoyed!
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