As A Child
As a child I grew to value and nurture the essence of love.
He looked into her eyes and kissed her wrinkly forehead.
I sighed.
65 years of marriage and many more came their way.
I looked up to my grandparents, and smiled.
Nurtured by love, fourteen children followed.
As years passed,
I looked into his eyes and smiled.
Those big brown eyes starred back at mine.
I found someone who looked and valued me just like my grandpa once looked at my grandma.
Love is beautiful, cherish it, value it until your last breath.
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