In conversation with my Mother yesterday,
You have a birthday coming up, she says to me
(it’s still very much a month away)
well, hopefully I will call you then
even if you don’t, I tell her (one more time)
I don’t keep score
True
I am not one to tally points
don’t have a competitive bone
in my
body
don’t keep track of wrongs and
rights
of who did what and
when
also happen to not
have a very good memory for such things
so if you ARE one such tally-er
and I have somehow missed
or consequently
forgotten
a thing,
well, chances are I may have, lost a few gold stars
from my chart
and that’s ok
my love language, to use a
phrase of the day
is just that… love
and really of the unconditional sort
love is in my language, and most certainly
always
in my intention
even, I will say
on days, when I may have retreated
to the farthest and deepest corners of my cave
where I have hung my sign
to NOT
be
bothered
when I have most assuredly, and ever so firmly
bolted the door
yet,
should you happen by
and possibly, quite cautiously
slip a bit paper under the door
to say that you
are in need
or perhaps I may have just caught a glimpse of
despair
through my small window
I would still, most definitely
respond
with my love for you
maybe even,
in my own sort-of-way, I would,
wrap my arms around you
tilt our heads up to that brightest bit of blue
and just quietly, while we breathe in
this day
I might say to you,
in an almost whispered kind of way,
Just look at that sky! Do you see… what I see!?!
it’s still love
and this…
this day,
was not to be missed ♥