2"A Pictures worth a thousand words." But no picture could describe;
how much I love you, how much you love me or how much we need each other.
And it would take a million words, or more, to try to tell you this, and
justify it. With a million ways to say, 'I love you;' te quiero, je vous
aime, ich liebe Sie, L'amo, ani ohevet otcha, jeg elsker De, Ik houd Van u,
Amo-o, ? ? ?, I 3 U. And a million chances to say it, I could tell
you everyday. So now I'll try to use a thousand words, to describe to you,
exactly how much you mean to me.
If I were on Survivor, and I got one comfort item, it would be a
picture of you. Because I could do anything if you believed in me.
If I knew that I was going to die, today, I could say goodbye to you
last. So you would be the last person I saw. And if I knew you were going
to die, today, I would never leave your side, so you would know that I will
always love you, even when you're gone. Whenever I say goodbye to you, I'm
afraid, that I'll never have a chance to say so again. You have always
given me everything, and I'm always scared, that my everything won't be
enough, when it comes time, for me to give it to you.
You have always been there for me. And I'm afraid that I won't be
there for you, when you need me. So, I'll tell you now, before you need
me, that I'm here for you, when you do.
If I had to choose, my favourite thing about you, I wouldn't know
where to start. Would I start with your soft hands, and the gentle way
they braid my hair? Or with the careful, yet firm way you handle the cloth
as you sew? Would I try to tell you how fun it is, to run my fingers
through your curly hair; or to sit beside you in a movie, stealing candies
from your bag? I would never be able to choose, from everything that comes
to mind.
All my life, you've been my chauffer. Shuffling me from here to
there, and back again. I can't wait until it's my turn in the drivers seat,
rolling my eyes, at your comments.
My friends sometimes laugh, about the fact, that I spend most
Saturday nights, with you, instead of being out, with them. And while I
occasionally laugh along, the truth is, I have as much fun with you, or
more, than I would with them. Every night at your house, I sleep in my
nest beside your bed. And every time you say, there is another bed in the
other room. But, if I slept there, I would no longer be beside you. And
the monsters that haunt me, wouldn't be warded off by your comforting
presence.
Every chance I have, I annoy you, in little, pesty ways. But every
blow of hot air, or hair muss, is really just me, trying to get your
attention. Because I always want to be yours. All those movies we go see,
are just another chance, for me to spend time ewith you. And every time we
go to a movie, that you don't want to see, just because I do, I love you
even more. Simply because I know that you go just because you love me.
You make me so many quilts, and I ask for every other one that you
make. You always laugh and say," You have too many already!" And every one
was one you made me. In truth, I could do without them all. I just want
one more thing to remind me of you.
My friends always laugh, because I get along so well, with older
people, and because I am constantly polite. To you, I give the credit for
that, because you always taught me to be polite to your elders, and growing
up among you and your friends has made me forever respectful of older
generations . Even if you think I forget it on occasion.
I try not to think, what my life would be like, without you. I
wouldn't; see half the movies I do, own half the books I do, have done most
of the things I have, been the few places I have or made the things I make.
And I wouldn't be the person that I am. Every time I imagine life without
you, my eyes fill with tears, and I immediately think of something else, to
banish the thoughts, of a fate worse than death.
I know that you have gone through a lot in life. And I constantly
wish that I could help you with that pain. But, for some weird reason, I
have such a hard time, expressing my feelings. So, when you are hurting,
and I look as though I don't care, just remember that I do nothing in a
vain attempt to make you feel better, not having to make you feel the pain
of my tears, as well as yours.
So here I am, 876 words into trying to tell you how much I love you.
And, in yet another vain attempt, to save myself from shedding tears, I
will finish by repeating three simple words, however many times it takes,
to get the message across.
I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love
you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love
you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love
you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love
you. I love you Nona!
AN: I know it's not really a poem, but neither is it really a story
or an essay or a paragraph. I don't really know what it is. But I thought
it would work best in the poetry section. I wrote it for my grandma, or
Nona, a while ago and I found it again and thought I would put it up here.
I know that it is very, very far from being grammatically or
punctuationally correct but that doesn't matter. As long as the point gets
across. :-)
Saharian