Love is the man of my dreams. The day you picked me a flower from the field by your work. The way Grandma took care of me when I was so sick. The day you called me at work and played my favorite song as I held the phone to my ear. love is so much more than lovers in love. It was the day Grandpa died. It was the day my babies were born. It was when the man I loved walked out on me. It was the day my kitty laid by my side while I cried when you broke your back in that car accident. It was the day the floweres I planted peaked up out of the ground after I waited and waited for them to grow. It was the way we played music and talked all night long. It was the way you helped me up when I fell on the stairs. Love was the way I held my babies on the nights they were sick. Love was the way you looked over the top of your glasses and I saw you looking at me that way. Love was the day I became a Grandma. Love was the day I felt safe cause I knew you would never leave me. Love was the first day I held our new little puppy that we got from Grandma. Love was the day I heard you play your first song on the piano. Love was playing all day when I was a kid. Love is loving Mom anyway. Love is when the sun shines and the wind blows through our hair when we have the windows down. Love is true friendship. Love is forever. There is no way out of it. It involves everyone we ever knew, and everything we ever did. Love is, and always has been, and always will be, a complete and total mystery. This is what love is! Written by: S. Matheson 1/03/2003 |
