Are you passing on love or are you passing on pain? Heal your pain and pass on love.
Good morning. Sundays are devoted to poetry on the blog. It is not lost on me that Sunday is a big football day. My husband and two of my sons LOVE football. I enjoy watching it with them, when the football teams that are playing, are teams that I actually care about. In our town, the biggest football drama is off of the field. Everyone is talking about Tom Brady’s and Gisele Bündchen’s disintegrating marriage. There is a saying that women marry men, with the hopes of changing the men, and men marry women with the hopes that the women will never change. Who knew that this saying probably applies to two of the most beautiful, talented, richest, famous people in this world, who at one time also seemed to have the “perfect relationship”? I wrote this poem this morning. It is my view of what Gisele might be thinking and feeling about her relationship.
HER
I wanted you to pick me,
And us,
And everything that we created,
With us, between us, through us.
But instead you picked her,
In all of her ferocious glory.
So dangerous, she could kill you.
On any given Sunday.
But you can’t let her go.
She makes you feel like a god.
I wanted you to pick me,
or at least, I wanted you to pick us,
And everything that we created.
But instead, you picked you.