How Much To Me That Is Meant Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Where would I be...
If you were not near to remind me,
I am loved.
And I know that to be true,
When together I am with you.

Where would I be...
If no one was there to listen,
Even sometimes to disagree.
And I display weakness born from insecurities.
And there you are with encouragement!
You have no idea how much to me that is meant.

I have those days that come to gnaw on my strength.
Those days that come to drain my good intentions.
I sometimes betray the attention I am given...
In selfish ways that stay not to go away.
Only to awaken to feel blessed and grateful.

Where would I be...
If you were not near to remind me,
I am loved.
And I know that to be true,
When together I am with you.

Where would I be...
If no one was there to listen,
Even sometimes to disagree.
And I display weakness born from insecurities.
And there you are with encouragement!
You have no idea how much to me that is meant.