Love is fifty plus years of marriage
Coming to a close in a room
At home while he lies
In a hospital bed
Love is how she dotes on him
Rubbing lotion in small
Circles on his skin and
Carmex on his lips
Love is how she helps to change
him and squirt water on
His dry tongue, doing
Whatever she can
Love is how he sometimes seems
To recognize her face, to touch
Her cheek with shaking fingers
And although he can no longer
Speak, his eyes show the love
And admiration he has
For the woman by his bedside.
That is love.
Beautiful poem
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Thank you
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No one wants to be in that bed, but everyone wants to have that love.
Well Done.
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Thank you Darnell, my grandparents have always been an incredible representation of what true love is. They encourage me every day
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Beautiful
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Thank you!
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Too true.
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It’s my goal to grow a love as strong as that
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That’s great. 👍
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so deep..wow..and this love is true..This love won❤
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This love did win! Against cancer and against death, this love endures!
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Beautiful Kayla Ann, you are great at poetry
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Thank you Joey!
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Awesome one!
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Thank you!
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Sacrificial love, wow I was talking about this topic today. And it’s true, we want it, but can we handle it! 🤗 great post, lots of truth and something to think about!
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Thank you Tifflee, my Nana and Papa definitely knew the meaning of sacrificial love and displayed it toward each other constantly.
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♥️ beautiful.
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Wonderful. We should all be so lucky.
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Isn’t that the dream? To love someone so dearly? And the nightmare, to lose them so horribly.
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Beautiful😍
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Thank you!
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