By: Ethan Rampersaud
Photo Credit: Creative Commons
This was a true love,
Not a love spawned from materials and chocolates and money,
Not a love spawned by sexual desires,
Not a love spawned by coercion,
But a true love.
It is the mother’s love,
That goes to her children,
Enduring time’s long and lonely passages,
Though her children are ungrateful.
It is the generosity,
That encourages the willing,
To open their purses,
And give to charity.
It is the compassion of others,
Who see the struggle of a friend,
And helps them when they need it,
No recompense nor reward sought.
Many may say,
That love conquers all,
But it is only the true love,
That rises above.