Love Personified

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.

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About onethumbpoetry

Psychologist living in Seattle. My passions; writing, fashion design, photography, amazing conversations.
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