Love



Isn't it strange how you go through life thinking
you understand what love is all about?
Looking at your mother
you are filled with a thankfulness
that she is your Mother.

She makes you feel special

as if you can do anything.
She is always there,
protecting and loving you
in the best way she knows how.

You meet someone.
Warmth consumes your body.
There is excitement
and your heart flutters
in anticipation of spending
the rest of your life with
this special person,
"This, " you say, "is true love."

A child is born of the two in love.
Gazing at the baby
there is tenderness,
a special caring
and a feeling that you would die for
this tiny being.
You vow that you will
always be there for your child
This certainly is a special love.

Children grow up but you never stop loving.
Near or far,
the love hovers quietly, patiently.
A strong desire
to keep your children from harm,
to keep them happy,
to keep them content
is always there for your children.
You understand the love
your parents must have had for you.
It doesn't matter how old they get,
or how old you get,
the love for your children is forever there.

When a child is born of your beloved child
another kind of love takes over.
From the minute you see the
beautiful, tiny face,
the perfectly formed
hands and feet,
the itsy-bitsy fingernails,
the crooked smile,
the wispy hair,
those large eyes,
you have reached the ultimate in love.
Like someone blowing up a balloon,
your heart swells, larger and larger
but never breaks.
An infinity of love passes through
from you to the perfect little child,
your grandchild.

Falling on your knees
you thank the miracle giver.
The one guiding you through
different kinds of love.

The one whose love is never ending.

The one who is always there for you.

The one that loves you unconditionally.

You thank the almighty

with a heart overflowing with human love....

a mere speck

compared to the love God has for us.

E. Moscoso

August 4, 1998













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