| Love is... |
This is a poem I wrote for my Grandmother's 80th Birthday. I could use some feedback.
Love is the feeling of rain on your cheek.
Love is the sigh at the end of the week.
Love is the warmth of your favorite quilt.
Love is not crying over milk that is spilt.
Love is knowing that you are at home.
Love is never feeling alone.
Love is the breeze on the first day of fall.
Love is the memories we can recall.
Love is the night and love is the day.
Love is a child running to play.
Love is the moon and love is the stars.
Love is knowing that this life is ours.
Love is what we celebrate now.
So, Memom stand up and give us a bow.
Because you are the real meaning of love.
A love that this world needs so much more of.
There aren’t enough words to describe how we feel,
Knowing there is no love more real,
Than the love of a mother, grandmother, and friend,
Who’ll stay by your side, right to the end.
Yes today is your day and we honor with glee,
A woman who gave us her love, all for free. |
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