love actually

I found this epithalamion online this afternoon, in one of my Google reader subscriptions, while taking a break from the frantic chaos that is my job lately . . . so, I wanted to share this sweet epith, whatever, poem that should bring a smile to your face.

by Taylor Mali
First of all, it’s a big responsibility,
especially in a city like New York.
So think long and hard before deciding on love.
On the other hand, love gives you a sense of security:
when you’re walking down the street late at night
and you have a leash on love
ain’t no one going to mess with you.
Because crooks and muggers think love is unpredictable.
Who knows what love could do in its own defense?
On cold winter nights, love is warm.
It lies between you and lives and breathes
and makes funny noises.
Love wakes you up all hours of the night with its needs.
It needs to be fed so it will grow and stay healthy.
Love doesn’t like being left alone for long.
But come home and love is always happy to see you.
It may break a few things accidentally in its passion for life,
but you can never be mad at love for long.
Is love good all the time? No! No!
Love can be bad. Bad, love, bad! Very bad love.
Love makes messes.
Love leaves you little surprises here and there.
Love needs lots of cleaning up after.
Sometimes you just want to get love fixed.
Sometimes you want to roll up a piece of newspaper
and swat love on the nose,
not so much to cause pain,
just to let love know Don’t you ever do that again!
Sometimes love just wants to go for a nice long walk.
Because love loves exercise.
It runs you around the block and leaves you panting.
It pulls you in several different directions at once,
or winds around and around you
until you’re all wound up and can’t move.
But love makes you meet people wherever you go.
People who have nothing in common but love
stop and talk to each other on the street.
Throw things away and love will bring them back,
again, and again, and again.
But most of all, love needs love, lots of it.
 
And in return, love loves you and never stops.
That’s all.
Happy Friday!
And let’s not forget Mother’s Day this Sunday . . . I know I’m very much looking forward to spending some time with my mom and celebrating . . . Mother’s Day is special to me for a couple of reasons . . . it not only serves as a reminder to honor my mother, but it also has additional special meaning for me. It was Mother’s Day weekend two years ago that my mother came to visit me in Phoenix and she reminded me that life didn’t end at 28 . . . that it wasn’t too late for me to reclaim my path in this world . . . that it was okay to admit I had made a mistake, even a big one . . . all because I deserved more out of life.
Much more.
So,  yes, Mother’s Day is very special to me . . . especially now as I sit here and think about where I am today compared to two years ago . . . I can almost literally feel my heart overflowing with happiness . . . and without my mother’s love and support and wisdom, I’m not sure when I would have ever gathered the courage on my own to do what I did.
A mother’s love . . . perhaps the most powerful, the most unconditional love in all of this world . . .
All right. I need to grab a tissue and get back to work.
I love you, Mom!

Comments

  1. I love you, baby girl.

  2. 🙂

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