Love?
You need me
to spell it out?
Right.
Here’s the real deal.
Love
is my 87-year-old mother
driving three hours
in a crazy, torrential rain storm
leaving her house
within an instant
at the drop of a hat
with not a moment’s hesitation
navigating freeways
byways
anywhichways
because I said
I needed her
Love
Personified.
onethumbpoetry 