Love Is

Love is

Not loving the beautiful.
It’s not about loving the good.
It’s giving when there is no more
To give.
You dig deeper
And deeper,
Till you hit the bottom.
Then its gushes out.
Like water from the desert,
You give without holding back.
No thought for self,
Self sacrificing
Compassion wells up,
To be poured out in
A gentle touch
A soft voice,
Coaxing and encouraging.
Despite a helplessness
Despite one’s weariness
Despite heavy eyelids
You soldier on!

Dedicated to caregivers, especially Aida and Keat.