“What Is Love?”
a t-shirt that proclaims, “super grandpa”, that’s love
a note that shares the belief in another’s value, that’s love
a perfect apple, left on the kitchen counter on a teacher’s first day of class, that can be love
a blanket made for a little girl (and one for her tiny doll), that’s love
a trembling hand being held, that’s love
a bag of black licorice, that can be love
a hand, touching a shoulder heaving with sobs of sadness, that’s love
a leather journal given to a teenager to write her special thoughts in, that’s love
a stain gone from a special shirt, that can be love
a final toast of Baileys with a woman in hospice, that’s love
a notebook, handmade and inscribed with heartfelt words, that’s love
a moment of eye contact especially for someone who feels alone, that can be love
a dandelion offered by the hand of a little boy, that’s love
a green, old, over-washed “Mr. Rogers” sweater, that’s love
a dog wagging his tail when he sees you, that can be love
and, “I love you” “I love you too” “I love you more” “I love you the most”, shared between a boy and his grandmother, that’s love
Love…unpredictable, fragile, special, moving, sometimes messy and always life-changing,
is ours to share.
We simply need to open the door.
Let me know what is love to you. I’d love to hear from you.
“What Is Love?” From Poems & Random Thoughts About Life by Kay McLane
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Love can be unrequited, one-sided sometimes. Still, it’s love.
So true, Dan. I love that even in unrequited love, our spirit experiences what it feels like to want to be connected to another being. Thank you.
Love waits for us to choose it! Love this poem. Thanks Kay
Thank you very much!
Love this, Kay. So simple…so beautiful.
Thank you, Jill!
The example of the bag of black licorice brought a smile to my face. My mom’s favorite 💕
Ahhh, that’s beautiful, Pam. Thank you!