Friday, 24 June 2022

LOVE IS.....................

 


4 comments:

Mad Jack said...

It also means that I will not raise hell with you when you have more on your plate than you can possibly eat and you're treating me like a door mat. It means that when I'm down to my last sawbuck, I'll give it to you so you can buy a six pack of Natural Light beer that you'll drink on the way to the airport to pick up your crazy daughter (I'm not just saying this. The woman is certifiably bat-shit crazy.) to help you care for your aged mother. It means that I won't come unglued when I discover by accident that you're selling your house and moving out of town without saying anything to me or my friends or family. It means that when you call me for computer support, I'll help you out without grousing about it.

Margaret D said...

That's a nice poem Jo-Anne.

Debby said...

I “ love “ the poem!

Jo-Anne's Ramblings said...

Jack......Well said

Margaret.........Thanks

Debby.......Me too

A POEM

  Pain Of A Broken Heart ©  Erika Published: December 2007 Tears of blood fall from my broken heart. I never thought we would be apart. When...