Pure Love

As a boy of four
I seldom have a care,
but I had to notice
my neighbor sitting there.

On his porch he sat
in silent disbelief.
Unable to control
or even hide his grief.

Tears ran down his face.
His heart filled with sorrow.
Not sure if he would live
to see a new tomorrow.

He had lost his wife,
whom he loved for many years.
Now he would have no one
to share with all his tears.

So I went over there
and sat upon his knee,
his arm around my shoulder,
he closely held to me.

When he could bear it
he sent me on my way.
Then my mother asked me,
just what I had to say.

I told her I'd said nothing,
a tear still in my eye.
I just simply sat there
then I helped him cry.

Author's Note

Author Notes
A group of children ages 4-8 were asked to define love. One of the four year olds came up with the definition that inspired this poem. In honor of his youthful wisdom the poem was written in a very simple form so as to try and capture the very essence of his statement.

Reviews

[Angel Bird]

This one brought me to tears. It is so full of beauty and grace. Wonderfully written ...