What is love?
“Who are you?
What you want?
Why in my bed? ”
At ninety, mother said.
“Oh mother, this is me
Your third son, ”
“Do not lie.”
Alzheimer, dementia
“The best of Valentines
I got gift, the best one.
Once again she came home.”
Gary said and went on
You could feel his cry.
“Seventy five I am, she
Seventy three
I wash her and feed her.
She would do same for me.”
This came on CBC.
My heart fell
Lips opened with question
“What is love? ”
Like old wine
The best love
Sure grows with the time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem