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