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Definition of Love, Poetry

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Definition of Love

wisdom-of-children

Kids in Mind

Whether my sons are five, twenty, fifty, or a hundred years of age, they will never cease to be my babies. Words do very little justice in explaining the depths and the heights of a mother's love for that of her children; a love such as this will forever be indescribable.

Definition of Love

I Love My Sons!

I Love My Sons!

Loves Me Like a Rock -Paul Simon

Definition of Love

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Definition of Love


Dirty faces,

and

broken toys;

a household

of entertainment

from

my babies;

my boys!


Material things

mean

less and less,

because

two little boys

will always

make such

a glorious mess!


Broken

possessions

are not a

major crime,

nor are

sticky walls

laden with

jam and jelly,

all the time!


My boys

have opened

my eyes

clearly wide;

they have

shown me

what truly matters,

and that is

LOVE,

which will ever abide!


My babies;

my sons!

A mother knows

of no greater love,

except for that

of our Savior,

Jesus Christ,

in the Heavenly

Realms above!

~

Definition of Love


Definition of Love

Not only will my words forever be futile in describing the fullness of love I hold within my heart for each of my children, but my actions will remain humanly incapable of such expression, as well.

Definition of Love

To My Sons With All My Love

To My Sons With All My Love

Definition of Love

From tricycles, training wheels, and bicycles, to skateboards, rollerblades, and 4-Wheel Drive trucks, I have watched my sons blossom from newborn babies (nestled in my arms) to young adults who never cease to amaze me in the wondrous and magnificent human beings that they have become. Their essence is not in what they do, but in who they are, from within the depths of their hearts and souls.

Definition of Love: Sons

I love you, Timmy, and my pride for you is unexplainable.

I love you, Timmy, and my pride for you is unexplainable.

I love you, Joshua, and am indescribably proud of you.

I love you, Joshua, and am indescribably proud of you.

Definition of Love

Little boy

Little boy

Definition of Love

Brothers -Young Adults

Brothers -Young Adults

© 2017 BBYCGN

Comments

BBYCGN (author) from Uninhabited Regions on November 20, 2017:

Hari,

Thank you; you are very kind :-)

xxxxx

Hari Prasad S from Bangalore on November 20, 2017:

Wow. Great write Tamara.

- hari

BBYCGN (author) from Uninhabited Regions on November 15, 2017:

This is very thoughtful of you, Chitrangada :-) Thank you for such a lovely and friendly visit.

Tamara xxx

Chitrangada Sharan from New Delhi, India on November 14, 2017:

Came back to read your lovely poem! I believe every mother has the same emotions towards her children, as expressed in this poem. They may grow up but a Mother’s feelings don’t change.

Thanks again and have a blessed and beautiful day!

BBYCGN (author) from Uninhabited Regions on November 05, 2017:

Srsddn,

It is a great pleasure to see your kind comment:-) Thank you!

Hugs,

Tamara

BBYCGN (author) from Uninhabited Regions on November 05, 2017:

Ksenija,

Thank you :-) And, I do enjoy your lovely visit!

Hugs,

Tamara

srsddn from Dehra Dun, India on November 05, 2017:

Great thoughts, Tamara. Really enjoyed.

Ksenija from Novo mesto, Slovenia on November 05, 2017:

Lovely!

BBYCGN (author) from Uninhabited Regions on November 05, 2017:

Dora,

Thank you for your lovely visit as it is always a great blessing to me.

Hugs,

Tamara

BBYCGN (author) from Uninhabited Regions on November 05, 2017:

You are welcome, William. Yes, our children are our miracles and blessings!

Tamara xxx

Dora Weithers from The Caribbean on November 05, 2017:

Tamara, real mothers can identify with the thoughts you express in this poem. Beautiful content and well done.

William Kovacic from Pleasant Gap, PA on November 04, 2017:

So very nice as I think about my own children, now grown. Thanks for this one.

BBYCGN (author) from Uninhabited Regions on October 31, 2017:

:-) Thank you, Kashif

xxxxx

Kashif Ali Abbas from Pakistan on October 31, 2017:

Thanks, keep writing and keep winning hearts:)

K

BBYCGN (author) from Uninhabited Regions on October 31, 2017:

Kashif,

It is like waking up to Christmastime to receive your rewarding comments. I am delighted.

Tamara xxx

Kashif Ali Abbas from Pakistan on October 31, 2017:

The love for your two little sons shines and glows in every line of this poem. The feeling and parenthood charm with simple diction are essence of your poem. Thoroughly enjoyed it.

BBYCGN (author) from Uninhabited Regions on October 31, 2017:

Threekeys,

Thank you for your very interesting comment.

Yes, children teach us so much about getting back to the basic priorities of life.

They are the heart of what it means to truly live via the bare truths that emanate from them, (which is always such a wake-up call).

Tamara xxx

BBYCGN (author) from Uninhabited Regions on October 31, 2017:

Thank you, Chitrangada, for your lovely visit. It is always a pleasure!

Chitrangada Sharan from New Delhi, India on October 31, 2017:

Beautiful expressions and I could relate to this poem so well!

I often have the same feelings for my sons, who are now grown up and well settled in life.

Thanks for this wonderful poem!

threekeys on October 31, 2017:

Children are whole when they are born. They are little adults. It's just that they need to learn the ropes on how to speak and be on planet earth. Love two, three and four year olds in particular. They are so intuitive and honest. Love love them! You learn again, especially about love and trust. Not to forget adaptive creativity.

BBYCGN (author) from Uninhabited Regions on October 31, 2017:

Thank you, Flourish:-) Yes, they are always in our hearts, and I still feel them even in my arms.

FlourishAnyway from USA on October 30, 2017:

Kids are a wonderful gift, and no matter how old they grow they’ll always be kids in a parent’s eyes.