” Mother, what does love mean?”
Beautiful eyes stare at me-
Budding rose flower, hopeful.
I tell her what I know:
Having fallen in and out of love
Many times, in this lifetime.
Love does not cut off your wings,
It does not lay a trap for you
In words or deeds.
If you are caged, it unlocks it
Quietly, and points out the infinite skies
For your soul to take flight in.
Love is never threatened
By your beauty or wisdom.
Will not take pleasure to see you bleed
Will prevent tears from flowing,
Will stand up for you, not ever
Pull you down, claiming to love you.
Love is will never ask you to hide
Your precious gifts, your words
Your being, away from the light.
Love will never lie, never go far
Never leave you bereft of support.
Love will always find a way
To be with you, to offer a helping hand
In victory, to push you further up;
In failure, to pull you out of pain.
Love will never compare you
With others, in qualities you lack.
Love accepts you as you are
Colour and build and beauty ignored
For what you are- and thrilling in your touch
Lets you spread your fragrance
Within its nurturing garden.”
” All of these, mother?Tall order!
I see bits and pieces , here and there!”
She protests, with a laugh!
I stare at my life’s cupboard
At the stacks of holes in love’s clothes
Patched, tattered, pressed quiet and silent
Flimsy, easily broken, dusty with disuse
And continue with a smile:
” And that- is the final sign,
Of what love is not.
Love will not let you shiver, in its gaping holes
It will be as complete as you.”