How I love
I love my babies by bringing them smiles.
I love my friends by walking the miles.
I love my lover by loves sweet touch,
I love mankind with paint and a brush.
With a needle I sew, each stitch is alive,
With a paintbrush my passion is reaching to strive.
A life of it's own. Like throwing a stone,
Rippling water, love lives in this poem.
Kathy Poitras