Something to think about in the days of enforced togetherness ...
Remember
by Julie Cadwallader Staub
There is no such thing as quantity in love
my mother said, correcting me.
No such thing as "much" love.
You can't count it.
No such thing as "all my love."
You can't contain it.
Love expands.
There's an endless supply.
I love you, she said.
That's sufficient.
Have a good day and enjoy the rest of your weekend. Wash your hands while you're thinking about it.
More thoughts later.
Bilbo
Good poem; good advice!
ReplyDeleteVery nice. I remember, loosely a quote from years and years ago:
ReplyDeleteLove is not what you say it is.
Love is not what you think it is.
Love is not what you feel it is.
Love is Love.