Definition of Love, Poetry
Definition of Love
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.
Loves Me Like a Rock -Paul Simon
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
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
Brothers
© 2017 Yancosky
Comments
AUTHORHari,
Thank you; you are very kind :-)
xxxxx
Wow. Great write Tamara.
- hari
- AUTHOR
This is very thoughtful of you, Chitrangada :-) Thank you for such a lovely and friendly visit.
Tamara xxx
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!
- AUTHOR
Srsddn,
It is a great pleasure to see your kind comment:-) Thank you!
Hugs,
Tamara
- AUTHOR
Ksenija,
Thank you :-) And, I do enjoy your lovely visit!
Hugs,
Tamara
Great thoughts, Tamara. Really enjoyed.
Lovely!
- AUTHOR
Dora,
Thank you for your lovely visit as it is always a great blessing to me.
Hugs,
Tamara
- AUTHOR
You are welcome, William. Yes, our children are our miracles and blessings!
Tamara xxx
Tamara, real mothers can identify with the thoughts you express in this poem. Beautiful content and well done.
So very nice as I think about my own children, now grown. Thanks for this one.
- AUTHOR
:-) Thank you, Kashif
xxxxx
Thanks, keep writing and keep winning hearts:)
K
- AUTHOR
Kashif,
It is like waking up to Christmastime to receive your rewarding comments. I am delighted.
Tamara xxx
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.
- AUTHOR
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
- AUTHOR
Thank you, Chitrangada, for your lovely visit. It is always a pleasure!
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!
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.
- AUTHOR
Thank you, Flourish:-) Yes, they are always in our hearts, and I still feel them even in my arms.
Kids are a wonderful gift, and no matter how old they grow they’ll always be kids in a parent’s eyes.
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