Love's Meaning

I have not mingled with the rich,
Nor kissed a "royal" hand,
Nor lived in splendid grandeur
In this, my native land.
But I have known a baby's love,
Her laughter and her tears;
Shared her little jokes with her
And quieted her fears.
Now I remember waking up
To "Boogens" on the stairs,
A childish voice calling to me,
"Nanny, I'll be there!"
I would not trade that baby's love
For all the wealth on earth.
Whatever pain life has bestowed
That blessing has been worth.
She seemed to know I needed her;
She must have needed me!
And isn't that what love's about
In its entirety?

by Mary E. Durham

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............very beautiful, thank you for sharing ★