Poetry of D.E. Rodgers – written 4/6/ 2019
The condition of love, its special meaning in the heart,
The reason we care for one another, never to be apart.
A mother’s love takes a newborn to its treasured place,
Why we feel the warmth that we so do in each embrace.
There is factual proof, that love is more than just a word,
More is found in each relation, than in just sounds heard.
The feeling of gratitude, the solace we each are all given,
Reasons we work so hard, causes for which we ‘re driven.
The hard cold facts of hatred exposed, this we can discern,
The affection we gain in our every move, each does learn.
The birthing, its raising of every new child, is so very plain,
The Father’s devotion to all of his own, it does so maintain.
The realness of every hug, a kiss to follow this, such delight,
A romantic escape into the evening time, the moonlit night.
There, as we all work so hard, in giving it our utmost best,
In a reality of truest love, this we know we’ve been blessed.
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