Love is taking the time, to hear our children in prayer,
or brushing the tangles, from your little girls hair.
It’s a whisper,“I love you,” when they fail at school,
and stopping to tie, their tiny laces on shoes.

It’s holding the flashlight, under the hood of the car,
and looking for tools, in his messy garage.
It’s wiping the grease prints, to the door of your kitchen,
without even a word, absent constant complaining.

It’s calling your loved one’s, on important holidays,
for it’s your voice they long for, at the end of the day.
It’s a hot cup of coffee, made before you drink yours,
it’s helping with laundry, and doing other house chores.

Love is living each moment, without regard for my needs,
just to search for new ways, so that others I please.
It’s the last call of day, and struggling out of my chair,
just to turn back the bed and start the fan for cool air.

It’s the actions that say, no matter what I love you,
and for the challenges we face, you can count on me too.
Love is cradling arms, when the world shuns your name,
and it’s cheers, “you can do it,” when you haven’t met fame!!!

Written By: Barbara A. Carlan 2/14/2010